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" Oft, glory be to me! " says he," an'fame's unfadin'
flowers, I ride my good top-hoss to-day and I'm top hand
of Ike Lazy-J, So Kitty-cat, you're ours!"
The lion licked his paws so brown and dreamed soft
dreams of veal, As High-Chin's loop come circlin' down and roped
him round his meal; He yowled quick fury to the world and all the hills
yelled back: That top-hoss give a snort and whirled and Bob
caught up the slack.
" Oh, glory be to me!" says he," we'll hit the glory
trail. No man has looped a lion's head and lived to drag
the bugger dead, Till I shall tell the tale."
'Way high up in the MoMones that top-hoss done his best
'Mid whippin' brush and rattlin' stones from canon-floor to crest;
TJp and down and round and cross Bob pounded weak and wan,
But pride still glued him to his hoss and glory drove him on:
" Oh, glory be to me," says he, " this glory trail is
rough, ril keep this dally round the horn until the toot
of judgment morn, Before I holler 'nought"

E-Book - An Annotated Compendium of Old Time American Songs by James Alverson III