Oh brother, oh brother, can you play ball? I roll a marble stone. No brother, no brother, I can't play ball, nor roll a marble stone.No brother, no brother, I can't play ball, nor roll a marble stone. He took his Tommy Hawk from him and hacked him across the breast.Say now brother, I reckon you can't play ball, nor roll a marble stone. Say now brother, I reckon you can't play ball, nor roll a marble stone.Oh take my haunting shirt from me and tear it from gore to gore. And wrap it around my bleeding breast that it might bleed no more.And wrap it around my bleeding breast that it might bleed no more. He took his haunting shirt from him and tore it from gore to gore.And wrapped it around his bleeding breast, but it still bled thee more. And wrapped it around his bleeding breast, but it still bled thee more.Oh brother, when you go home tonight, my mother will ask for me. You must tell her I'm gone with some little school boys. Tomorrow night I'll be at home.My dear little sister will ask for me. The truth to her you must tell. You must tell her I'm dead and engraved and buried at Jessel Town.You must tell her I'm dead and engraved and buried at Jessel Town. Oh take me up on your back and carry me to Jessel Town.And dig a hole and lay me in that I might sleep so sound. And dig a hole and lay me in that I might sleep so sound.He took him up on his back and carried him to Jessel Town. And dug a hole and laid him in that he might sleep so sound.And dug a hole and laid him in that he might sleep so sound. He laid his Bible under his head, his Tommy Hawk at his feet.His bow and arrow across his breast, that he might sleep so sweet. His bow and arrow across his breast, that he might sleep so sweet.