Collected by: Mary C. Parler Sung by: William Eden
Transcribed by: Anne Connaughton Monte Ne, Ark.
April 14, 1960
Reel 395, Item 5
The Dying Cowboy
As I stepped into Lydian's barroom,
To Lydian's barroom so early on day,
There I spied a handsome young cowboy,
All dressed in white linen and clothes for the grave.
Oh beat the drum lowly, go play the fife slowly,
Go play the dead marches I'm carried along.
Take me to the graveyard and place the sod o'er me, For I'm a young ranger and I know I've done wrong.
Oh bear me a letter to my gray-heeded mother,
Yes, bear the news gently to my sister so fair,
But there is another more dear than that sister,
Who'll bitter-lie weep when the sad news she does hear.
Oh gather round you a crowd of old cowboys,
And tell them the story of their comrade's sad fate;
Plead with them early, before their gray fathers,
To stop their great roving before it's too late.
Oh give me a cup, a cup of cold water,
A cup of cold water, poor fellow, he said,
But Before they'd returned his spirit had left him,
And gone to its Giver and the cowboy was dead.
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