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AN TAYLOR is a rollicking cuss, A frisky son of a gun, He loves to court the maidens And he savies how it's done.
He used to be a cowboy And they say he wasn't slow, He could ride the bucking bronco And swing the long lasso.
He could catch a maverick by the head Or heel him on the fly, He could pick up his front ones Whenever he chose to try.
He used to ride: most anything; Now he seldom will. He says they cut some caper in the air Of which he's got his fill.
He is done and quit the business, Settled down to quiet life, And he's hunting for some maiden Who will be his little wife,— |
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