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ARROYO AL'S COW-POSY 3 |
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ARROYO AL'S COW-PONY
By J. A. Squires, Helena, Montana
I first heard this sung in a cow-camp in Guadalupe Mountains, New Mexico.
1 took a trip this summer to the market,
And I struck an Eastern city where they sell you
tubs of beers; I was feelin' pretty yowlish and I could n't say my
name, When I wound up somehow 'nuther at a high-toned
polo game.
There were sunburned doods cavortin' on some
ponies in a lot, And they whacked a little ball till it traveled like a
shot; I could n't savvy, nohow, and I vowed that I was
through, When I spied a feller ridin' on a pony that I knew.
It was that there buckskin bronco that I rode for
the Circle Bar; He was clipped and oiled and powdered, but I knew
each old-time scar; I had lost him when Bear Hawkins played an extra
ace and jack, And I'd alius had a longin' fer to git that pony back.
Well, he sorter stopped and snorted when I give
an old-time" Yip 1" And he bucked until his rider hit the ground upon
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