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SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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The lightning it glittered, a cyclone did blow; But you faced the sweet music, my little Chopo.
Chopo, my pony; Chopo, my pride; Chopo, my amigo; Chopo I will ride From Mexico's border 'cross Texas Llanos; To the salt Pecos River I ride you, Chopo.
CHUCK-TIME ON THE ROUND-UP
By Austin Corcoran, Grand Junction, Colorado
J first heard it sung at Monte Vista, Colorado, by Jack Brenner.
It was chuck-time on the round-up, and we heard
"Old Doughy" shout — "You had better come and get this or I'll throw the
whole thing out." So weheadedfor the wagonlike wild stampededherd, Fearful every minute lest the cook might keep his
word.
The way we gathered round that mess-box, scram-
blin' for tools, Showed the disregard for ethics that is taught in
other schools; But what we lacked in manners we made up in
friendly strife, To see who'd get through quickest with the stuff
that prolongs life.
And " Old Doughy " stood and watched us with tne
pot-hook in his hands That he used for liftin' covers from the pots and
fryin'-pans; |
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