60.
THE COWBOY'S LAMENT

As I walked out in the streets of
  Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped
  in white linen,
Wrapped in white linen, as cold as
  the clay.

"I see by your outfit that you are a
  cowboy --"
These words he did say as I boldly
  walked by,
"Come sit down beside me and hear
  my sad story,
I'm shot in the breast and I know I
  must die.

"It was once in the saddle I used to
  go dashing,
Once in the saddle I used to go gay,
First down to Rosie's and then to
  the card house;
Shot in the breast and I'm dying
  today.

"Get 16 gamblers to carry my coffin,
Six pretty maidens to sing me a song;
Take me to the valley and lay the
  sod o'er me,
For I'm a young cowboy and I know
  I done wrong.

"Oh, beat the drum slowly and play
  the fife lowly,
Play the dead march as they carry
  me along,
Put bunches of roses all over my
  coffin,
Roses to deaden the clods as they
  fall."

(Repeat first verse)
 

FRANKIE AND JOHNNIE

Frankie and Johnnie were lovers,
O Lordy, how they could love.
They swore to be true to each other,
True as the stars above; 
He was her man, but he done her wrong.

Frankie and Johnnie went walking,
Johnnie in his brand new suit;
Said Frankie to Johnny, "O Lordy,
Don't my Johnnie-man look cute?"
He was her man, but he done her wrong.

Frankie went down to the corner,
Went in the saloon for some beer;
She said to the fat bartender,
"Has my Johnnie-man been here?"
He was her man, but he done her wrong.

"Well I won't tell you no story,
And I won't tell you no lie;
I saw your Johnnie 'bout an hour ago
With a gal named Nellie Bly,
If he's your man, he's doin' you
  wrong."

O, Frankie got off at South Twelfth
  Street,
Looked up in a window so high,
And there she saw her Johnnie
A-huggin' that Nellie Bly;
He was her man, but he was doin' her
  wrong.

Frankie pulled out her six-shooter,
Pulled out her old forty-four;
Her gun went rooty-toot-toot-toot,
And Johnnie rolled over the floor;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.

"Oh, roll me over so easy,
Oh, roll me over so slow;
Oh, roll me over easy, boys,
For my wounds they hurt me so;
I was her man but I done her wrong."

Frankie got down on her knees,
Took Johnnie into her lap;
She started to hug and kiss him,
But there was no bringing him back;
He was her man but he done her wrong.

"Oh, get me a thousand policemen,
Oh, throw me into your cell,
'Cause I've shot my Johnnie so dead,
I know I'm goin' to hell;
Though he was my man, and he done
  me wrong."

Roll out your rubber-tired carriage
Oh, roll out your old time hack;
There's twelve men goin' to the
  graveyard,
And, eleven coming back;
He was her man but he done her wrong.


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