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SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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Saying, "How do I look in my new brown suit, With my pants stuffed down in the top of my boot ? "
Now, I think it's quite time to leave off these
lads, For here are some girls that's fully as bad; They'll trim up their dresses and curl up their
hair, And like an old owl 'fore the looking-glass stare.
The girls in the country they grin like a cat,
And with giggling and laughing don't know where
they're at; They think they're pretty, and I tell you they're
wise, But they could n't get married to save their two eyes.
You can tell a good girl wherever she's found; No trimming, no laces, no nonsense around; With a long-eared bonnet tied under her chin, — She '11 marry you if you are broke or if you have the tin.
They '11 go to church with their snuff-box in hand, They'll give it a tap to make it look grand; Perhaps there is another one or two And they'll pass it around and it's "Madam, won't you?"
Now, I think it's quite time for this ditty to end; If there's any one here that it will offend, If there's any one here that thinks it amiss, Just come round and give the singer a kiss. |
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