It was here I held you, Nancy,
When I showed you all my heart;
When I told you I would always
Be your friend and take your part.
Oh, I thought that in life's lottery
I had drawn the biggest prize,
When I kissed you there that evening
And looked down into your eyes;
For I never had such feelin's
Fill my hide clean through and through
Such a hungry, starving longing,
To be always close to you.
But you've gone with all your family,
And I'm left to mourn my loss,
While the posse hunts your daddie,
'Cause he stole Bill Kelly's hoss.


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Now, I don't know where you're roaming,
And I don't know where'll you'll land;
But I wish you knew my feelin's,
And 'twas clear just how I stand:
How the good Lord, high in heaven,
Put a throbbing heart in here,
But it starts to pumping backwards
When it feels that you don't keer.
I'm a roving old jay-hawker,