Early one mornin' past the St. James Hospital, early one mornin', mornin' the month of May.When I look through the window and aspire to dear cowboy, a dear cowboy as cold as the clay.Sit ye down by me and hear my sad story, sit ye down by me and sing me a song.For my poor head is achin' and my sad heart is breakin', I'm a poor cowboy that know to done wrong.Send for that doctor to come and heal up my body, and send for the preacher to come and pray for my soul.For my poor head is achin' and my sad heart is breakin', I'm a poor cowboy and hell is my doom.Get sixteen pretty maidens to come and carry my coffin, sixteen pretty maidens to come and sing me a song.And tell them to bring some of them sweet-smellin' roses, so they can't smell me as they told me along.Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly, play the death march as ye carry me along.Throw bunches of lilies all over my coffin, there goes a poor cowboy that know to done wrong.