DOREEN KEY G
Verses
G
Thru the grey frosty dawn,
C
ev'ry cold winter's morn,
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rode this lad full of life and joy
G
ev'ry day just the same
C
down the roadway he came.
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He was known as their own saddle boy.
Last verse
C
Now the sad willows wave
G
O'er the old silent grave,
D7
Where the tall grasses bend and bow.
G
And the jackass's laugh
C
is the only epitaph
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o'er the grave of this brave saddle boy.