p.2. The Long, Black Rifle
His dying words I re-peat to you. "You can never kill love when love is true.
It lives when only the rust is left of a long, black rifle."
He wed a woman sworn to an-other and, in a rage, the other man
Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and a-way he ran.
Shot him down and a-way he ran. Shot him down and a-way he ran.