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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 151
Sam had another companion, called Arkansas for
short, Was shot by a Texas ranger by the name of Thomas
Floyd; O, Tom is a big six-footer and thinks he's mighty fly, But I can tell you his racket,—he's a deadbeat on the
sly.
Jim Murphy was arrested, and then released on bail; He jumped his bond at Tyler and then took the train
for Terrell; But Mayor Jones had posted Jim and that was all a
stall, 'Twas only a plan to capture Sam before the coming
of fall.
Sam met his fate at Round Rock, July the twenty-first,
They pierced poor Sam with rifle balls and emptied out his purse.
Poor Sam he is a corpse and six foot under clay,
And Jackson's in the bushes trying to get away.
Jim had borrowed Sam's good gold and didn't want to
Pay, The only shot he saw was to give poor Sam away. He sold out Sam and Barnes and left their friends to
mourn,— 0 what a scorching Jim will get when Gabriel blows
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