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THE LAST LONGHOEN 89 |
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The ancient eunuch struggled And raised his shaking head, Saying, " I care not to linger When all my friends are dead. These Jerseys and these Holsteins, They are no friends of mine; They belong to the nobility Who live across the brine.,
" Tell the Durhams and the Herefords When they come a-grazing round, And see me lying stark and stiff Upon the frozen ground, I don't want them to bellow When they see that I am dead, For I was born in Texas, Near the river that is Red.
"Tell the coyotes, when they come at night, A-hunting for their prey, They might as well go further, For they'll find it will not pay: If they attempt to eat me They very soon will see That my bones and hide are petrified, — They '11 find no beef on me.
" I remember in the seventies, Full many summers past, There was grass and water plenty, But it was too good to last. I little dreamed what would happen Some twenty summers hence, |
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