The Streets Of Laredo (The Sailor Cut Down In His Prime)-Connie Dover

The Sailor Cut Down in His Prime As I walked out by St. James Hospital Cold was the morning and wet was the day Who should I spy but a handsome young sailor All wrapped up in flannel and colder than clay His poor old father and his dear old mother Oft times did warn of the gay city life But along with those flash girls his money he squandered And along with those flash girls he took his delight Then beat the drum over him, play the fife merrily Sound the dead march as you carry him on Take him to the churchyard and throw the earth over him For he's a young sailor cut down in his prime The Streets of Laredo As I walked out in the Streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy all dressed in white linen All dressed in white linen and cold as the clay I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy These words he did say as I boldly passed by Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story For I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die Chorus: So Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly Play the dead march as you carry me along Take me to the green valley and lay the sod o'er me For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing Once in the saddle I galloped away It was first to the alehouse and then to the card house I'm shot in the breast and am dying today.