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THE OVERLAND STAGE 12S |
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Es we 'd take the hill across the draw, You 'd hear the buckskin pop — And Huber pullin' on the lines Es the team would near the top.
What to do in the case of a hold-up
Was all the talk one day.
Jim Black said he 'd fork over,
If let go on his way;
Tom Moore 'lowed he'd come a-shootin'
If they tried that game on him,
For he'd been held up once before
On the road to Silver Inn.
The woman passenger we'd picked up,
In the valley at early dawn
Had never moved or spoke a word
Till we'd passed through Hollow Horn.
En I could see quite quick en pronto
That she was bridle-wise;
Though made up of smiles and dimples,
She had the Devil in her eyes.
For her shawl was worn Spanish-wise,
En her eyes alone shone bright,
En seemed to notice yer every move
Es they'd shift from left to right.
En her little slim girlish figure
Seemed pitifully alone,
En made one feel you should always protect
The young away from home. |
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