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CHASE OF THE OLC STEER 21 |
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Bid them all adieu and give the merry shout, — The cowboy has left the country and the camp-fire has gone out.
When I think of those good old days, my eyes with
tears do fill; When I think of the tin can by the fire and the coyote
on the hill. I'll tell you, boys, in those days old-timers stood a
show, — Our pockets full of money, not a sorrow did we
know. But things have changed now; we are poorly clothed
and fed. Our wagons are all broken and our ponies 'most all
dead. Soon we will leave this country; you'll hear the
angels shout, " Oh, here they come to Heaven, the camp-fire has
gone out."
CHASE OF THE OLC STEER
Sent me from Ogalala, Wyoming. Anonymous. Signed Miss-----
Did you ever hear of the OLC Steer, With widely flaring horns? He smashes the trees as he splits the breeze, And the Cowboy's rope he scorns.
That O L C's fame it soon became Of camp-fire yarns the pet; "I'll stake my rocks that I get that ox," Ouoth Ray, "Who'll take my bet? |
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