| Lyrics: | Poor Boy
When I went down to the river, poor boy,
To see the ships go by;
My
sweetheart stood or the deck of one,
Where she waved to me goodbye.
cho: Bow down*
your head and cry, poor boy, (*or Hang down)
Bow down your head and cry;
Stop
thinking about that woman you love
Bow down your head and cry
I followed her
for months and months,
She offered me her hand,
We were about to be married, when
She
ran off with a gamblin' man.
He came at me with a big jack-knife
I went for him with
lead,
And when the fight was over, poor boy,
He lay on the ground cold and
dead.
They took me to the big jail-house,
The months and months rolled by;
The
jury found me guilty, poor boy.
And the judge said, "You must die."
"Oh do you bring
me silver, poor boy,
or do you bring me gold ?"
"I bring you neither." said the
man,
"I bring you a hangman's fold."
"'Oh, do you bring me pardon, poor boy,
To
turn me a-loose?"
"I bring you nothing," said the man,
"Except a hangman's
noose."
And yet they call this justice, poor boy.
Then justice let it be!
I
only killed a man who was
A-flxin' to kill me.
Recorded by Ives, Cisco
Houston
Note: other versions known as Coon-Can Game.
@jail @fight @death
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