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SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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But now he's sort o' reconciled: I of'n hear him
talk About 'em bein' pedigreed an' fanoy blooded stock; An' though he yit holds to it that I played it rather
bold, I know he would n't part with one fer twice its
weight in gold.
As we was settin' here last night a-talkin' 'bout the
day, An' all that we was thankful fer, I said, in a jokin'
way: "Now, tell me, honest Injun, Jack, dead earnest
an' fer fair, If you ain't filled with gratitude a-lookin' at that
pair? " He gazed down at the sleepin' kids a-layin' side by
side, With what I sort o' 'magined was a look o' daddy
pride. An' said: "They're fine as silk an' I ain't makin'
any roar, But I am mighty thankful that there was n't any
more!"
BUCKING BRONCO
By Belle Star, Indian Territory
Written about 1878. Song has been expurgated by me. The author was a member of a notorious gang of outÂlaws, but a very big-hearted woman. I knew her well.
My love is a rider, wild broncos he breaks, Though he's promised to quit it, just for my sake. |
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