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A PRAIRIE SONG 129 |
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"Yes, we 've got one that was ordered for a bloomin'
English lord, But I reckon from your outfit it's a gun you can't
afford.
"It will cost you fifteen thousand—" Says Old Tom, " Just give her here,
You counter-jumpin' gorriffl" — en he grabbed him by the ear,
En he peeled off fifteen thousand to the Hebrew standin' there,
Sayin', " Don't judge Western cowmen by the outfits that they wear!" |
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' A PRAIRIE SONG
/ heard this sung by a cow-girl at Cheyenne Round-up — o Miss Windsor.
Oh, music springs under the galloping hoofs,
Out on the plains; Where mile after mile drops behind with a smile, And to-morrow seems always to tempt and beguile,—
Out on the plains.
Oh, where are the traces of yesterday's ride?
There to the north; Where alfalfa and sage sigh themselves into sleep, - Where the buttes loom up suddenly, startling and steep,— ■ • There to the north. , |
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