These are the words of a frontier lad Who lost his love when he turned bad.
Take a message to Mary But don't tell her where I am Take a message to Mary But don't say I'm in a jam.
You can tell her that I had to see the world Tell her that my ship set sail You can say she'd better not wait for me But don't tell her I'm in jail Oh don't tell her I'm in jail.
Take a message to Mary But don't tell her what I've done Please don't mention the stagecoach An' the shot from a careless gun.
You can tell her that I changed my plans An' cancel out the weddin' day But don't mention my lonely cell Where I'm gonna pine away Until my dyin' day.
Take a message to Mary But don't tell all you know My heart is achin' for Mary Lord knows I miss her so.
Just tell her that I went to Timbuktu Tell that I'm searchin' for gold You can say she'd better find someone new To cherish an' to hold Oh Lord, this cell is cold. |
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