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SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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While many a long-horned puncher — I mean just so to speak — That has n't had the advantage Of the range and gospel creek Will get to crop the grasses In the pasture of the Lord If the letter C showed up Beneath the devil's checker-board?
THE COWBOY AT WORK
Heard this song sung at a cow-camp in Rocky Arroyo, Eddy County, New Mexico.
You may call the cowboy horned and think him
hard to tame, You may heap vile epithets upon his head; But to know him is to like him, notwithstanding his
hard name, For he will divide with you his beef and bread.
If you see him on his pony as he scampers o'er the
plain, You would think him wild and woolly to be sure; But his heart is warm and tender when he sees a
friend in need, Though his education is but to endure.
When the storm breaks in its fury and lightning's
vivid flash Makes you thank the Lord for shelter and for bed, Then it is he mounts his pony and away you see him
dash, No protection but the hat upon his head. |
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