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THE COWBOYS' CHRISTMAS BALL 37 |
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'T was there, I say, at Anson with the lovely Widder Wall,
That I went to that reception, the Cowboys' Christmas Ball.
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles;
The ladies, kinder scatterin', had gathered in for miles.
And yet the place was crowded, as I remember well,
'T was gave on this occasion at the Morning Star Hotel.
The music was a fiddle and a lively tambourine,
And viol came imported, by the stage from Abilene.
The room was togged out gorgeous — with mistletoe and shawls,
And the candles nickered festious, around the airy walls.
The wimmen folks looked lovely — the boys looked kinder treed,
Till the leader commenced yellin', "Whoa, fellers, let's stampede,"
And the music started sighin' and a-wailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to the Cowboys' Christmas Ball.
The leader was a feller that came from Thompson's
ranch, They called him Windy Billy from Little Deadman's
Branch. |
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