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Death of a Maiden Fair |
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3. She drink as strong whisky That effects a man's soul; She help me herd cattle Through the cold rain and snow.
4.1 learned her the cow trade, A ranger's command, How to hold a six-shooter In a neat little hand.
5. How to hold a six-shooter And never to run As long as she had a bullet Or a load for her gun.
8. We camp by the canyon In the fall of the year; We stood there one season With a herd of fat steers.
7. The red skins broke on us In the middle of the night. |
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8. She arose from her bed With a gun in each hand: "Come, all of you young cowboys, Let's win this fair land."
9. Loud roared the thunder And down came the rain; In come a stray bullet And blew out her brains.
10.1 jumped in my saddle And this was the cry: "Come, all of you young cowboys, Right here we must die, For these redskins has murdered My dear, darling wife." |
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