The Streets of Laredo

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
 As I walked out in Laredo one day
 I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up, in white linen
 Wrapped up 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 stepped by
 Come sit down beside me, and hear my sad story
 I was shot in the breast, and I know I must die
 Oh, beat the drum slowly, and play the pipe lowly
 Play the Dead March, as you carry me along
 Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me
 For I'm a young cowboy, I know I've done wrong
 Oh, fetch me a cup, a cup of cold water
 To cool my parched lips, the poor cowboy said
 Before I returned, the spirit had left him
 And gone to its Maker, the cowboy was dead
 We beat the drum slowly, and played the pipe lowly
 And bitterly wept, as we bore him along
 For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome
 We all loved our comrade, although, he done wrong