| As I walked out on the streets of Laredo,
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| As I walked out on Laredo one day,
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| I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen,
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| All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.
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| «Beat the drum slowly, 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, lay the sod o’er me,
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| For I’m a young cowboy and I know I’ve done wrong.»
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| «Then go write a letter and send it to my grey-haired mother.
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| And please send the same to my sister so dear.
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| But please not one word of all this would you mention
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| When others should ask for my story to hear.»
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| «There is another more dear than a sister.
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| She’ll bitterly weep when she hears that I’m gone.
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| And if some other man ever wins her affection,
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| Don’t mention my name, and my name will pass on.»
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| «Just beat the drum slowly, play the fife lowly.
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| Play the dead march as you carry me along.
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| Take me to green valley, lay the sod o’er me,
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| For I’m a young cowboy and I know I’ve done wrong.»
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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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| Roses to deaden the clods when they fall.»
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| We beat the drum slowly, played the fife lowly.
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| We bitterly wept as we bore him alone.
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| Down in the green valley, we lay the sod o’er him,
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| Just a young cowboy who surely gone wrong. |