DOREEN KEY G 
 
Verses 
          G 
Thru the grey frosty dawn,  
       C 
ev'ry cold winter's morn,  
           G           C    G   D7 
rode this lad full of life and joy 
       G  
ev'ry day just the same  
          C 
down the roadway he came.  
        D7                        G 
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  
          D7                         G  
o'er the grave of this brave saddle boy.