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Takes all their calves. Others vow that they Eat only once a day Jerked beef and prairie hay, Washed down with tallow salves.
These salty dogs but crave, To pull them out the grave, Just one Kiowa spur. They know they still will dine On flesh and beef the time j But give us, Lord divine, One "hen-fruit stir."
Our father's land, with thee,
Best trails of liberty,
We chose to stop.
We don't exactly like
So soon to henceward hike,
But, hell, we '11 take the pike
If this don't stop. |
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NIGGER '"LASSES": THREE-BLOCK
BRONCO-BUSTER
By N. Howard Thorp
He ca-su-ied * wid me, most ruinous,
Till ma haid jest popped de ceilin',
Ma stummick got tangled up wid my feet
Till it done lost all feelin';
Ma old black nose commenced ter bleed, |
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* Ca-su-ied, southern Texas woid for bucking. |
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