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HIGH-CHIN BOB |
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Three suns had rode their circle home beyond the desert rim
And turned their star herds loose to roam the ranges high and dim,
And whenever Bob turned and hoped the limp remains to find,
A red-eyed lion, belly-roped, but healthy, loped behind 1
"Oh, glory be to me," says Bob, "he hain't be
drug to death! These heroes that I've read about were only fools
that stuck it out To the end of mortal breath!"
'Way high up in the Mokiones, if you ever come
there at night, You'll hear a ruckus amongst the stones that'll
lift your hair with fright; You'll see a cow-hoss thunder by and a lion trail
along, And the rider bold; with chin on high, sings forth
his glory song;
" Oh, glory be to me!" says he, " and to my mighty
noose! Oh, pardner, tell my friends below I took a ragin'
dream in tow, And if I did n't lay him low, — / never turned him
loose!" |
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