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124 I spied a poor cowboy wrapt up in white linen, All wrapt up in linen as white as the day.

Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly, Play the Dead March as you bear me along; Down to the green valley and lay the sod o'er me, For I'm a young cowboy what knows he done wrong.