Collected by Mary Shand James Turner
Transcribed by M. C. Parler Elkins, Ark.
November 7, 1963 Reel 423, Item 2
Come all you young companions, And listen awhile to me,
A sad, sad story And of bad company
I did not like my father,
I did not like my home,
I had a cause for rambling And a good excuse to roam.
I had a kind old mother,
As kind as she could be,
She always shared my troubles, And often agreed with me.
I had two loving sisters,
As beautiful as could be,
They knelt down on their knees And they prayed and wept for me.
I bid adieu to loved ones,
I bid my home farewell,
I landed in old Chicago,
It was the depths of hell,
At first I took to drinking,
I sinned both night and day,
Till I committed an awful crime I'll always curse the day
It's now I'm on the scaffold,
My moments are not long,
You may forget the singer But don't forget his song.
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