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178 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
That all I had to do was guard, Those cattle from gettin' away.
I had three hundred and sixty head, And I sometimes wished that I was dead; Sometimes my horse would fall, And I'd go on like a cannon ball.
So before you go cowpunching,
Kiss your wife,
Get a heavy insurance on your life,
Then cut your throat with a carving knife,
This is the only way.
STARVING TO DEATH ON A GOVERNMENT CLAIM
Frank Baker's my name, and a bachelor I am. I'm keeping old batch on an elegant plan, You'll find me out west in the county of Lane, A-starving to death on a government claim.
My house is constructed of natural soil, The walls are erected according to Hoyle, The roof has no pitch, but is level and plain, And I never get wet till it happens to rain.
Hurrah for Lane county, the land of the free, The home of the grasshopper, bed-bug, and flea,