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For to take a walk
I spied upon that wild Bill Jones
He was walking and a-talking by my true lover's side
So I bid him to leave her alone
He said, "My age it is twenty-one
Too old for to be controlled"
I pulled my revolver from my side
And destroyed that poor boy's soul
He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground
He gave a dying groan
I threw my arms 'round my true lover's neck
Saying, "Baby, won't you please come home"?
As I wandered out for to take a walk
I spied upon that wild Bill Jones