I was rich but a rambling boy
Through many cities I did enjoy
And there I married 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
And 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 fails
My true love comes for to go my bail
My mother says she has no home
My sister says she's all alone
And now 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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