The Rambling Boy

I was raised but a rambling boy
Too many a city I did enjoy
And there I married me a pretty little wife
And I loved her dearer than I love my life
She was pretty both neat and gay
She caused me 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 swore like money too
My forty four she never failed
My true love come for to go my bale
My mother said she has no home
My sister said she’s all alone
My wife she’s left with sad despair
With a broken heart and a baby there
Now when I die don’t bury me at all
Just place me away in alcohol
My forty four lay by my feet
Please tell them I am just asleep