Instrumental
I'm just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squadered my resistance For a pocketful of numbles Such are promises, all lies and jest Still
boy He was always getting tight And every time that he'd get full, he was spoiling for a fight Then Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of ol' Bob
These are the words of a frontier man Who lost his love when he turned bad Take a message to Mary But don't tell here where I am Take a message to Mary
One evening for pleasure I rambled to view The fair fields all alone Down by the banks of Loch Eiron Where beauty and pleasure were known I spied a fair