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THE OLD COWBOY'S COMPLAINT
I stands first guard an* let the kids sleep,
They sure is a bunch o' logies, An' with my beautiful alto voice,
I mesmerize the dogies.
I stands last guard an' lets the kids sleep, Let 'em rest, the blamed free-lunchers !
They rides a mile on a rockin' hoss, An' thinks they is cowpunchers.
I stands first guard an' I stands last guard,
An' rolls some cirgarooties, An' makes to myself some pure remarks,
'Bout them there sleepin' beauties.
Oh, it's been a stretch of thirty year, Since first I roped an' threw 'em,
An' I'm here to state the west's plum' out Of punchers like I knew 'em.