text: Jesse 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
  Hed a hand and a heart and a brain
  Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward
  Wonder now how he feels
  For he ate of Jesse’s bread and he slept in Jesses bed
  And he laid poor Jesse in his grave
  Poor 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
  Whoah!
  Well, Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
  Hed never rob a mother or a child
  Well there never was a man with the law in his hand
  That could take Jesse James when alive
  It was on a Saturday night, the moon was hanging bright
  They robbed the Glendale train
  People they did say o’er many miles away
  It was those outlaws, theyre Frank and Jesse James
  Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
  Three children now they were brave
  That dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
  He laid poor Jesse in his grave
  The people held their breath when they heard of Jesses death
  They wondered how hed ever come 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, yeah in the County Clay
  And he came from a solitary race
  Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
  Three children now they were brave
  That dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
  He laid poor Jesse in his grave
  Thank you, Dublin! Thank you!