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THE LONE BUFFALO HUNTER
I
T'S of those Texas cowboys, a story I'll tell; No name I will mention though in Texas they do dwell. Go find them where you will, they are all so very
brave, And when in good society they seldom misbehave.
When the fall work is all over in the line-camp they'll
be found, For they have to ride those lonesome lines the long
winter round; They prove loyal to a comrade, no matter what's to
do; And when in love with a fair one they seldom prove
untrue.
But springtime comes at last and finds them glad and
gay;
They ride out to the round-up about the first of May; About the first of August they start up the trail, They have to stay with the cattle, no matter rain or hail.
But when they get to the shipping point, then they
receive their tens, Straightway to the bar-room and gently blow them
in;
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