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SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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" Go up, you old Cloud-Getter, I can see the Pearly Gate, We 're a-doin' the Grand Ascension, Loopin' the loops, as sure as fate;
" If I'm a judge of horses, You're not one, two, three, With the gentle stock we used to ride Attheold3-C!"
He whipped old Sky-High till he quit, He roweled him up and down; Old Sky-High had a plenty, He could hardly turn around.
En we heard old Bugger humrnin', Es he turned the outlaw free, "I'm a ridin' kid from Texas, From the old 3-Ct" |
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A SONG OF THE RANGE
By James Barton Adams
Sent me by Miss Nell Benson
The bawl of a steer to a cowboy's ear is music of
sweetest strain, And the yelling notes of the gray coyotes to him are
a glad refrain; The rapid beat of his bronco's feet on the sod as he
speeds along Keeps 'livening time to the ringing rhyme of his
rollicking cowboy song. |
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