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Early one morning at the St. James Hospital |
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Early one morning morn in the month of may |
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When i looked through the window and a spyed a dear cowboy |
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A dear cowboy as cold as the clay |
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Set ye down by me and hear my sad story |
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Set ye down by me and sing me a song |
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For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking |
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I'm a poor cowboy that knowed he done wrong |
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Send for that doctor to come heal up my body |
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And send the preacher to come and pray for my soul |
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For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking |
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I'm a poor cowboy and hell is my doom |
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Get sixteen perdy maidens to come and carry my coffin |
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Sixteen perdy maidens to come and sing me a song |
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And tell em to bring some o'them sweet smelling roses |
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So they cant smell me as they tote me along |
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Beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly |
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Play the death march as ye carry me along |
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Throw bunches of lillies all over my coffin |
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Thare goes a poor cowboy that knowd he done wrong. |