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The Cowboy's Christmas Ball
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles;
The ladies, kinder scatterin', had gathered in for miles.
And yet the place was crowded, as I remember well,
'Twas gave on this occasion at the Morning Star Hotel.
The music was a fiddle and a lively tambourine,
And a viol came imported, by the stage from Abilene.
The room was togged out gorgeous — with mistletoe and shawls,
And the candles flickered festious, around the airy walls.
The wimmen folks looked lovely — the boys looked kinder treed,
Till the leader commenced yelling, " Whoa, fellers, let's stampede,"
And the music started sighing and a-wailing through the hall
As a kind of introduction to the Cowboy's Christmas Ball.
The leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch,—
They called him Windy Billy from Little Dead-man's Branch.
His rig was kinder keerless,— big spurs and high heeled boots;
He had the reputation that comes when fellers shoots.
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