I Hung My Head, I Hung My Head

Early one morning With time to kill I borrowed Jebb’s rifle And sat on a hill I saw a lone rider Crossing the plain I drew a bead on him To practice my aim My brother’s rifle Went off in my hand A shot rang out Across the land The horse, he kept running The rider was dead I hung my head I hung my head I set off running To wake from the dream My

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