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THE TRAIL TO MEXICO
I MADE up my mind to change my way And quit my crowd that was so gay, To leave my native home for a while And to travel west for many a mile.
'Twas all in the merry month of May When I started for Texas far away, I left my darling girl behind,— She said her heart was only mine.
Oh, it was when I embraced her in my arms
I thought she had ten thousand charms;
Her caresses were soft, her kisses were sweet,
Saying, " We will get married next time we meet."
It was in the year of eighty-three
That A. J. Stinson hired me.
He says, " Young fellow, I want you to go
And drive this herd to Mexico."