Early one morning
At the St. James Hospital
Early one morning
Morn' in the month of May
When I looked through the window and a-spied a dear cowboy
A dear cowboy as cold as the clay
Set ye down by me
And hear my sad story
Set ye down by me
And sing me a song
For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor cowboy who knowed he done wrong
Call for that doctor
To come and heal up my body
And call for the preacher
To come and pray for my soul
For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor cowboy and Hell is my doom
Give me sixteen pretty maidens
To come and carry my coffin
Sixteen pretty maidens
To come and sing me a song
And tell em to bring some of them sweet smelling roses
So they can't smell me as they tote me along
So beat the drum slowly
And play the fife lowly
Play the death march as ye carry me along
And throw bunches of lilies
All over my coffin
There goes a poor cowboy
Who knowed he done wrong"