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SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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THE COWBOY'S DREAM
Given me by Wait Roberts, Double Diamond Ranch, White Mountains, 1898. Authorship ascribed to father of Captain Roberts, of the Texas Rangers.
Last night, as I lay on the prairie, And looked at the stars in the skv, I wondered if ever a cowboy Would drift to that sweet by and by.
I hear there's to be a grand round-up Where cowboys with others must stand, To be cut out by the riders of judgment Who are posted and know all the brands.
The trail to that great mystic region
Is narrow and dim, so they say;
While the one that leads down to perdition
Is posted and blazed all the way.
Whose fault is it, then, that so many Go astray, on this wild range fail, Who might have been rich and had plenty Had they known of the dim, narrow trail?
I wonder if at the last day some cowboy Unbranded and unclaimed should stand, Would he bemavericked by thoseridersof judgment j Who are posted and know all the brands?
I wonder if ever a cowboy Stood ready for that Judgment Day, And could say to the Boss of the Riders, "I'm ready, come, drive me away"? |
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