Collected by Charley B. Davis For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Fred High High, Arkansas November 24, 1958
Reel 280, Item 3
A Cowboy Song
(The Maiden Who Lived on the Plains)
I once knew a maiden Who lived on the plains;
She helped me to herd cattle Through slow, steady rains.
She helped me one season,
One whole year's round-up.
She would drink red liquor From a cold, bitter cup.
She would drink red liquor,
Take affect on a man's soul;
She was a fair maiden And as white as the snow.
I learned her the cow-trade,
The rangers' command;
I learned her to handle six-shooter, In right or left hand.
I learned her to handle six-shooter, And never to run,
And never fear danger While a bullet's in a gun.
We camped in a canyon In the fall of the year;
We camped in a canyon With a bunch of fat steers.
The Indians broke in on us At the dead hours of night;
She arose from her warm bed,
A battle to fight.
Then out roared the thunder And down came the rain;
Along come a bullet And crushed out her brain.
Now rise all you cowboys,
Let's fight for our life;
For these wretched redskins Have murdered my wife.
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