Add to ORKGvoiceCollected by Mary Celestia Parler; Transcribed by Neil Byer Mrs. Christine Harvey Fayetteville, Ark. June, 1954 Reel 199, Item 6 The Dying Cowboy As I walked out the streets of Lawredda, As I walked out in Lawredda one day, I spied a young cowboy wrapped in white linen, Wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay. He said, It's once in the saddle I used to go dashing, It's once in the saddle I used to ride gay, I first fell to drinking and then to card-playing, Got shot in the chest and I'm dying today. Go beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly, And sound the dead march as they carry me on, Go take me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me, For I'm a dying cowboy and I know I've done wrong. Get sixteen brave cowboys to carry...