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WHOSE OLD COW?
>rTT^WAS the end of round-up, the last day of
A June,
Or maybe July, I don't remember, Or it might have been August, 'twas some time ago, Or perhaps 'twas the first of September.
Anyhow, 'twas the round-up we had at Mayou On the Lightning Rod's range, near Cayo; There were some twenty wagons, more or less,
camped about On the temporal in the canon.
First night we'd no cattle, so we only stood guard On the horses, somewhere near two hundred head; So we side-lined and hoppled, we belled and we
staked, Loosed our hot-rolls and fell into bed.
Next morning 'bout day break we started our work, Our horses, like 'possums, felt fine. Each one " tendin' knittin'," none tryin' to shirk! So the round-up got on in good time. |
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