"Dear Donny Grey" An old sea shanty from the land of destin, the world of "The Outlaw King"
In the days of my youth I be-held a young man. He had death in his eye and a gun in his hand. I say, "Whither you go, with a hole in your hat?" He say, "Down to the river, for to settle a spat."
I pulled him aside, and I tried to advise, But his breath stank o’ liquor, it was red in his eyes. I said "Dear Donny Grey! you will never come back, If you try to put a bullet in Sandcastle Jack."
He cast me astray and he went on his way, And that’s how I knew, by the end of the day I’d be diggin’ a hole! Six foot by three! ‘Cause Sandcastle Jack will set your soul free.
I rode into town, to talk the boy down, But when I arrived, to my great surprise, The fight had been fought, and the war had been won, He’d been dead near a week, at the end of a gun.
I found poor young Donny, when he saw me he cried, "I’m so goddamn stubborn, I don’t know when I died!" He pulled up his shirt-tail, had a hole in his chest-- "I guess you were right, Jack is truly the best."