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The Cowboy's Christinas Ball
His voice was like the bugle upon the mountain
height; His feet were animated, and a mighty movin' sight, When he commenced to holler, " Now fellers, shake
your pen! Lock horns ter all them heifers and rustle them like
men; Saloot yer lovely critters; neow swing and let 'em
go; Climb the grapevine round 'em; neow all hands do-
ce-do! You maverick, jine the round-up,— jes skip the
waterfall," Huh! hit was getting active, the Cowboy's Christmas
Ball.
The boys was tolerable skittish, the ladies powerful
neat, That old bass viol's music just got there with both
feet! That wailin', frisky fiddle, I never shall forget; And Windy kept a-singin'—I think I hear him
yet — " Oh, X's, chase yer squirrels, and cut 'em to our
side; Spur Treadwell to the center, with Cross P Charley's bride, Doc Hollis down the center, and twine the ladies'
chain, Van Andrews, pen the fillies in big T Diamond's
train.
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