When I walked out in the streets of Loretto,

when I walked out in Loretto one day,

I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linnen,

All wrapped in white linnen as cold as the clay.

Beat the drums slowly, play the fife lowly,

Play the death march as you carry me along.

Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me,

For I'm a young cowboy and know I've done wrong.

Sorry I couldn't help it