Collected by Sung by Mrs. Birdia Glenn
Mary Celestia Parler Fayetteville, Ark.
April 29, 1954
Reel 187 Item 3
Gome all you Texas cowboys and listen to my rime,
We're men of different countries, we're mostly men of crime,
We have a hidden secret, all smothered in each breast,
That brought us out to Mexice, Way out here in the West .
I'as born and raised in Texas, yet I did not come to fame.
A gambler's my profession, C.W. King's my name.
I'll tell you how I came here and how I came so low,
To leave my native country and come out to Mexico.
'Twas at the age of sixteen, I did not like to work,
My brothers were not lazy, that I had learned to shirk,
In fact I was not able, my health being bad,
I had no constitution, boys, I'as nothing but a lad.
I had no education, and I would not go to school,
And living off my people, I thought it rather cruel,
So I said a resolution, I'd ramble to the West,
My parents both objected but yet I thought it best.
'Twas near the town of Decatur, all on the Trinity,
There I found a country I thought just suited me,
Said I, I'll be no straggler, but I'll lead a civil life,
Also to be happy, I'll marry me a wife.
'Twas on one Sunday evening, in the merry month of May,
At a little country singing I happened to stray,
There I spied a damsel I never shall forget,
Those feelings of that moment, boys, revived was in me yet.
We soon became acquainted; says I, she'll fill the bill,
She seems to be good-natured and'll let me climb the hill,
She was a very pretty figger, although not very tall,
But her hair was red as blazes, I hated that worse than all.
I went to see this damsel and I gave to her a line,
Saying, "My dearest little jewel, can you think of being mine
It made me feel unpleasant in the presence of her pap,
So I bid them both good-evening, with a note upon her lap.
When I received an answer, I read it in a rush,
When I found she had consented, my feelings were Oh Hush,
For I thought she was the very one my maker had decreed,
The fairest of the family, her hame was Mary.
Mrs. Birdia Glenn singing
Reel 187 Item 3, cont'd
But then I changed my notion, for the reasons I'll not tell,
I left this little jewel, I'm sure I wish her well.
I told her I must ramble and view some foreign land,
I bid farewell to Mary and I gave to her my hand.
I know my sum's (?) been took, boys, but I've told to you the truth
I used to be very wild and reckless in my youth,
But now I'm almost sixty, a bachelor still,
The meanest of the family, they call me lucky Bill.
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