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H4 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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The cowboy rises, lifts his saddle —
A little tune he's hummin' — Walks catlike all around the hoss —
"Hold him, boys, I'm comin'."
Now up above the outlaw's back
He lifts the load of leather; Then care-ful-lee he lets it down,
Like the droppin' of a feather.
01' Dynamite he stands stock-still,
Plumb like a gentled pony. A leap, a yell! an' Buck 's all set —
" On with the cer-e-mo-nee."
The snubbers rip the blindfold off,
The punchers yip and yell; 01' Dynamite gives one grand snort,
Then starts his little hell.
He plunges forward on his feet, i
His hind heels in the air; Then up and down he bucks and backs
Like a loco rockin'-chair.
But now he stops — he spins around —
He bawls, he bites, he kicks! He r'ars straight up into the air,
Then down on two steel sticks.
But look! " My Gawd!" The crowd screams out,
"He's boltin' for the standi" Then just as quick he jerks up short —
An' thar's Buck a-stickin' grand. |
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