Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin
Down in the green valley, we laid the sod o'er him
Play the dead march as you carry me along
Don't mention my name, and my name will pass on
When others should ask for my story to hear
Just beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
And please send the same to my sister so dear
We beat the drum slowly, played the Fife lowly
Then go write a letter and send it to my gray haired mother
Roses to deaden the clods when they fall
Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me
She'll bitterly weep when she hears that I'm gone
We better lay wept as we bore him along
Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin
And if some other man ever wends her affection
There is another, more dear than a sister
Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me
Beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly
Play the dead march as you carry me along
But please not one word of all this would you mention
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
I spied a young cowboy wrapped in white linen
