Con. by M.C. Parler Mr. William Eden
Monte Ne, Ark. January 20, 1960
Reel , Item 4 343
I am a bandit highwayman Cole Younger is my name;
I've done a many a depredation Which has caused my friends to shame;
Hit was the robbery of the Northfield Bank The same I'll never deny,
For which I am a prisoner now,
In Stillwater jail I lie.
A Many a bold robbery,
The truth to you I'll tell,
'Twas once upon the Californy miner On whom I befell,
We robbed him of his money, boys,
And bid him go his way,
For which I will be sorrow (sic) of Until my dying day.
Then we started out for Texas;
That good old Lone Star State,
While upon Nebrasky prairies,
The James boys we did meet,
With knives, guns, and revolvers,
We an sat down to play,
We drank a lot of good whiskey, boys, The pass the time away.
The Union Pacific railway train Was the next we did surprise,
The engineerman, fireman was killed Conductor escaped alive,
Their bodies now lie mould'ring Beneath Nebrasky's burning skies.
Then we started out northward,
And northward we did go,
Tin we came to that cold country Called Minnesoti-o;
I had my eyes on Northfieid Bank, When brother Bob did say,
Cole, if you undertake the job, You'll always curse the day.
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We stationed out our pickets And up to the bank did go,
Whilst there upon the counter I struck the fatal blow,
Come hand me over your money, boys, And make no delay,
We air the James and Younger boys, No time to spare for play.
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