Ayla Nereo - The Cowboy's Lament lyrics

As I pa**ed by Tom Sherman's barroom Tom Sherman's barroom so early one morn I spied a young boy all dressed in his buckskins Dressed like a picture, all fit for his grave CHORUS So beat the drum lowly and play the fife slowly Beat up the d**h march that carries me along Take me to the prairie and fire a volley o'er me For I'm a young cowboy dying alone… "Once in my saddle I used to go dashing Once in my saddle I used to ride high But these things are behind me Left there behind me – My brother, he fell in my arms!" the boy cried… Someone please write to my grey-headed mother Her heart to the flag, her hand placed in fear Then to the other far dearer than mother Who will bitterly weep when she finds I am here… Quick cast me a net, my hours are leaving I've felt the cold lead in my side where I lay Oh mother, my brothers are falling around me They say I'm a cowboy, and dying today… Oh bury beside me my gold-colored medal My ring in my hand and gun at my side Over my coffin lay a bottle of brandy That the cowboys may drink as they carry me down… (CHORUS)