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sore when we learned that the schemin' young hound Was Bronco Bill Snyder, the champion rider, a-huntin' a snap which he found.
Don't know the author's name. Heard it sung in a cow-camp near Fort Sumner, on the Pecos River, New Mexico.
Now, O Lord, please lend me thine ear, The prayer of a cattleman to hear; No doubt the prayers may seem strange, But I want you to bless our cattle range.
Bless the round-ups year by year, And don't forget the growing steer; Water the lands with brooks and rills For my cattle that roam on a thousand hills.
Prairie fires, won't you please stop? Let thunder roll, water drop. It frightens me to see the smoke; Unless it's stopped, I'll go dead broke.
As you, O Lord, my herd behold,
It represents a sack of gold;
I think at least five cents a pound
Will be the price of beef the year round.
One thing more and then I 'm through, Instead of one calf, give my cows two. I may pray different from other men, , But I've had my say, and now, Amen.