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He ties up one foot, the saddle puts on,
With a swing and a jump he is mounted and gone.
The first time I met him, 't was early one spring,
Riding a bronco, a high-headed thing.
He tipped me a wink as he gayly did go,
For he wished me to look at his bucking bronco.
The next time I saw him, 't was late in the fall,
Swinging the girls at Tomlinson's ball:
He laughed and he talked as we danced to and
fro, — Promised never to ride on another bronco.
He made me some presents, among them a ring; The return that I made him was a far better thing; 'T was a young maiden's heart, I'd have you all
know He'd won it by riding his bucking bronco.
Now, all you young maidens, where'er you reside, Beware of the cowboy who swings the rawhide, He '11 court you and pet you and leave you and go In the spring up the trail on his bucking bronco.
BUCKSKIN JOE
Author unknown. First heard this recited by a medicine-vendor in Waco, Texas, on the public square.
'T was a calm and peaceful evening in a camp called
Arapahoe, And the whiskey was a-running with a soft and
gentle flow; |
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