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Come all you good old boys and listen to my rhymes,

We are west of Eastern Texas and mostly men of crimes;

Each with a hidden secret well smothered in his breast,

Which brought us out to Mexico, way out here in the West.

My parents raised me tenderly, they had no child but me,

Till I began to ramble and with them could never agree.

My mind being bent on rambling did grieve their poor hearts sore,

To leave my aged parents them to see no more.

I was borned and raised in Texas, though never come to fame,

A cowboy by profession, C.W. King, by name.

Oh, when the war was ended I did not like to work,

My brothers were not happy, for I had learned to shirk.

In fact I was not able, my health was very bad,

I had no constitution, I was nothing but a lad.

I had no education, I would not go to school,

And living off my parents I thought it rather cool.

So I set a resolution to travel to the West,

My parents they objected, but still I thought it best.

It was out on the Seven Rivers all out on the Pecos stream,

It was there I saw a country I thought just suited me.

I thought I would be no stranger and lead a civil life,

In order to be happy would choose myself a wife.

On one Sabbath evening in the merry month of May

To a little country singing I happened there to stray.

It was there I met a damsel I never shall forget,

The impulse of that moment remains within me yet.

We soon became acquainted, I thought she would fill the bill,

She seemed to be good-natured, which helps to climb the hill.

She was a handsome figure though not so very tall;

Her hair was red as blazes, I hate it worst of all.

I saw her home one evening in the presence of her pap,

I bid them both good evening with a note left in her lap.

And when I got an answer I read it with a rush,

I found she had consented, my feelings was a hush.

But now I have changed my mind, boys, I am sure I wish her well.

Here's to that precious jewel, I'm sure I wish her well.

This girl was Miss Mollie Walker who fell in love with me,

She was a lovely Western girl, as lovely as could be,

She was so tall, so handsome, so charming and so fair,

There is not a girl in this whole world with her I could compare.

She said my pockets would be lined with gold, hard work then I'd leave o'er

If I'd consent to live with her and say I'd roam no more.

My mind began to ramble and it grieved my poor heart sore,

To leave my darling girl, her to see no more.

I asked if it made any difference if I crossed o'er the plains;

She said it made no difference if I returned again.

So we kissed, shook hands, and parted, I left that girl behind.

She said she'd prove true to me till death proved her unkind.

I rode in the town of Vagus, all in the public square;

The mail coach had arrived, the post boy met me there.

He handed me a letter that gave me to understand

That the girl I loved in Texas had married another man.

So I read a little farther and found those words were true.

I turned myself all around, not knowing what to do.

I'll sell my horse, saddle, and bridle, cow-driving I'll resign,

I'll search this world from town to town for the girl I left behind.

Here the gold I find in plenty, the girls to me are kind,

But my pillow is haunted with the girl I left behind.

It's trouble and disappointment is all that I can see,

For the dearest girl in all the world has gone square back on me.