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Jes' like you feel when all alone
Out on the range at dead o' night,
When spirits whirl in locoed flight,
An' all is still an' shadders crawl,
An' things grow grand an' great an' tall;
An' in the dark your bare soul lies,
An' God jes' reads it with his eyes.
To see her was to sure release
Your everlastin' holt on peace;
To hear her voice meant Love to spring
Up in your heart a restless thing;
An' in your dreams she'd smile an' you
Would give your life if it was true.
"Of course, we all gets dreamin' some— To 'most all men such dreams will come— An' now I hain't ashamed to say The Princess smiled my heart away. But one night I jes' fights it out, An' gets my senses back—about. I? Why, matin' with a shinin' star, I stands more chance by ten times far. An' so I plays unto the end With her a plain, outspoken friend; But 'twas a lie that hurt like sin, But still Love's great if you don't win.
"But Sheriff Ben was hopeless hit. An' oftentimes he uster sit With her o' moonlight nights, an' she Would talk to him, an' he, well, he Would jes' grow pale with pure delight—