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SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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He talked with a drawl till his words seemed to fall
reluctant outen his mouth, An' the babyish stare in his eyes you would swear
showed a brain that was stunted by drouth; An' the boys o' the range all regarded the strange
sort o' cuss that had come there to board For his health as a snob an' we put up a job that'd
lower the pride o' my lord.
He remarked that he could ride anything that wore
hide; he had rid with the 'ounds, don't ye
know; An' we told him we thought we'd be able to trot out
a hoss that wa'n't fashioned for show — One o' kittenish views that'd serve to amuse of his
highness if he was inclined Fur to try it a whirl, an' he smiled like a girl, an'
would ride it if we did n't mind. An' he went farther with an offer to bet all the
boodle that we could perduce, That he'd ride anything we'd a notion to bring till
he toned it down tame as a goose. An' in manner quite rash our available cash was
flashed fur to back up our views That we 'd find him a chunk of quick-action bronc
that'd buck him plumb outen his shoes!
We'd a mare in the herd that was reckoned a bird,
jest a bundle o' git-up-an'-git; Half devil, half hoss, which the same is a cross
that's productive o' meanness an' grit; She had downed every rider that dared get astride
her and crippled a dozen or so |
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