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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 177
The foreman jollied me all the way, "Cowpunching was only play."
'"Twas just like drifting with the tide," All I'd have to do was to ride; But that old sinner, how he lied,
0 didn't he have his gall!
They saddled me up on an old gray hack, With a great big "set-fast" on his back, And padded him up with a gunny sack, They used my bedding all.
First he was up and then he was down, Jumped up in the air and turned around, And when at last I hit the ground,
1 had an awful fall.
They picked me up and carried me in, And rubbed me down with a rolling pin, "That's the way we all begin, You've done well," says Brown.
"If by tomorrow you don't die, We'll give you another horse to try." "0 won't you let me walk?" says I. Says Brown, "Yes, into town."
They gave me charge of the cawy herd, And told me not to work too hard,