Jasse James was a lad. That killed many a man. He robbed the Glendale train. He stole from the rich. And he gave to the poor. He´d a hand and heart and a brain. Well it was Robert Ford. That dirty little coward. I eonder now how he feels. For he ate of Jesse´s bread. And he slept in Jesse´s bed. And he laid poor Jesse in his grave. Well Jesse had a wife. To mourn for his life. Three children. Now they were brave. Well that dirty little coward. That shot Mr. Howard. He laid poor Jesse in his grave. Well Jesse was a man. A friend to the poor. He´d never rob a mother or a child. There never qas a man with the law in his hand. That could take Jesse James when alive. It was on a Saturday night. Well the moon was shining bright. They robbed the Gelendale train. And pelople they did say oér many miles away. It was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James. Well Jesse had a wife. To mourn for his life. Three children. Now they were brave. But that dirty little coward. That shot Mr. Howard. He laid poor Jasse in his grave. Now the people held their breath. When they heard of Jesse´s death. They wondered how he´d ever como to fall. Robert Ford it was a fact. He shot Jesse in the back. While Jesse hung a picture on the wall. Jesse went to rest with his head on his breast. The devil upon his knee. He was born one day in County Clay. And he came from a solitary race. Well Jesse had a wife. To mourn for his life. Three children. Now they were brave. Well that dirty little coward. That shot at Mr. Howard. He laid poor Jasse in his grave