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The Horse Wrangler
Sometimes one would make a break, Across the prairie he would take, As if running for a stake,— It seemed to them but play; Sometimes I could not head them at all, Sometimes my horse would catch a fall And I'd shoot on like a cannon ball Till the earth came in my way.
They saddled me up an old gray hack
With two set-fasts on his back,
They padded him down with a gunny sack
And used my bedding all.
When I got on he quit the ground,
Went up in the air and turned around,
And I came down and busted the ground,—
I got one hell of a fall.
They took me up and carried me in
And rubbed me down with an old stake pin.
" That's the way they all begin;
You're doing well," says Brown.
M And in the morning, if you don't die,
I'll give you another horse to try."
" Oh say, can't I walk? " says I.
Says he, " Yes, back to town."
I've traveled up and I've traveled down, I've traveled this country round and round, I've lived in city and I've lived in town,