I was rich but a rambling boy Through many a city I did enjoy And there I married me a pretty little wife And I loved her dearer than I loved my life 
She was pretty, both neat and gay She caused me to rob the road highway I robbed it yes, I do declare I made myself ten thousand there 
Plenty dry goods for to carry me through My pistol, sword, my money too My forty-four, she never failed My true love comes for to go my bail 
My mother says she has no home My sister says she’s all alone My wife she’s left in sad despair With a broken heart and a baby fair 
Now when I die don’t bury me at all Just place me away in alcohol My forty-four laid by my feet Please tell them I am just asleep 
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