Just one more! Actually, I'm amazed at how badly mangled some songs end up, considering how basic the lyrics are to most old-time stuff. A lot of what I translated was beyond unintelligible.

I am most courageous cowboy
to fly, how, who never to the west
I everywhere went,
which is received rocky from the balls in my center

in eighteen hundred sixty-three,
I the emigrant volume connected
we went from San Antonio
through large Rio

I come out on the meadow
I the line to throw in such a way downward learned
I learned at the pocket money,
but at me much to have equipped it does not amend

come out to the meadow, and I learned to fly,
and, if I stole this cowboy, as lucky I felt,
have one large brimmed white hat
my saddle was carried also very well,
and if bet that I called the clay/tone mien

I went before it for beauty
for the love, it was in vain,
until they carried me avalent in Dallas,
over a ball to be carried and chained