| As I walked out in the streets of laredo
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| As I walked out in laredo one day
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| I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen
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| Wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay
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| «o beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly;
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| Play the dead march as you carry me along
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| Take me to the green valley and lay the sod o’re me
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| For I’m a young cowboy and I know I done wrong.»
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| «i see by your outfit that your are a cowboy.»
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| These words he did say as I boldly stepped by
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| «come sit down beside me and hear my sad story;
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| I’m shot in the breast and I know I must die.»
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| «my friends and relations they live in the nation:
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| They know not where their dear boy has gone
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| I first came to texas and hired to a ranchman
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| O I’m a young cowboy and I know I’ve done wrong.»
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| «it was once in the saddle I used to go dashing:
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| It was once in the saddle I used to go gay
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| First to the dram house and then to the card house
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| Got shot in the breast and I’m dying today.»
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| «get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin;
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| Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song
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| Put bunches of roses all over my coffin
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| Put roses to deaden the cods as they fall.»
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| «go gather around you a group of young cowboys
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| And tell them the story of this my sad fate
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| Tell one and the other before they go further
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| To stop their wild roving before it’s too late.»
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| «go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water
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| To cool my parched lips,» the young cowboy said
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| Before I returned the spirit had left him
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| And gone to it’s maker--the cowboy was dead
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| We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly
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| And bitterly wept as we bore him along
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| For awe all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome
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| We all loved our comrade although he’d done wrong |