I was rich, but a rambling boy
Through many a city, I did enjoy
And there I married me 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
I made myself ten thousand there
Plenty dry goods for to carry me through
My pistol sword, my money too
My fourty-four, she never failed
My true love comes for to go my bail
My mother says she has no home
My sister says she's all alone
My wife she left, in sad despair
With a broken heart, and a baby fair
Now when I die, don't burn me at all
Just place me away in alcohol
My fourty-four, lay by me feet
Please tell them I am just asleep
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