golden curls run down his neck
his true love was the prettiest thing
and after willie courted her
she swore to be his bride
he had no gold to give her dad
and in his haste to wed his love
they ravaged all the countryside
their fortunes for to gain
until one cold and frosty day
they robbed the frisco train
the train guard lost his life that day
he fired a deadly pistol ball
his comrades they deserted him
and holding tightly to his side
he had not traveled many a mile
and willie seton found a log
he leaned his back against a tree
and in that cold and snowy wood
he was sixteen when he loved
sixteen when he robbed a train