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88 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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We bid farewell to the city life, from noisy crowds
we come, And back to dear old Texas, the cowboy's native
home."
Oh, he is coming back to marry the only girl he
loves; He says I am his darling, I am his own true love; Some day we two will marry and then no more he '11
roam, But settle down with Mary in a cozy little home.
"Ho, I'm a jolly cowboy, from Texas now I hail, Give me my bond to Mary, I '11 quit the Lone Star
trail. I love the rolling prairies, they're free from care
and strife, But 111 quit the herd of longhorns for the sake of my
little wife." |
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THE LAST LONGHORN
/ have been unable to trace the authorship of this song. Have heard it sung in many places and also recited.
An ancient long-horned bovine
Lay dying by the river;
There was lack of vegetation
And the cold winds made him shiver;
A cowboy sat beside him,
With sadness in his face,
To see his final passing, —
This last of a noble race. |
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