As sung by Carl T. Sprague, 1925.
Come all you young companions, and listen unto me.
I'll tell you all a sad story of some bad company.
I was born in Pennsylvania, among those beautiful hills,
And the mem'ry of my childhood is warm within me still.
I did not like my fireside; I did not like my home.
I had in view for rambling, so far away did roam.
I had a kind old mother, who often would plead with me,
And the last words that she gave me were to pray to God in need.
I had two loving sisters as kind and beautiful could be,
And down on their knees before me they prayed and wept for me.
I bid adieu to loved ones; to home, I bid farewell.
I landed in Chicago, the very depths of hell.
'Twas there I took to drinking; I sinned both night and day,
And yet within my bosom, that feeble voice would say:
"Oh, fare thee well, my loved one; may God protect my boy,
And blessings ever with him, throughout his manhood joy."
I courted a fair young maiden; her name I will not tell,
For I would ever disgrace her, as I am doomed for hell.
'Twas on one beautiful evening, the stars were shining bright,
And with that fatal dagger, I bid her spirit fly.
Then justice overtook me, you all can plainly see.
My soul is doomed forever, throughout eternity.
It's now I'm on the scaffold; my moments are not long.
You may forget the singer, but don't forget the song.