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The Jolly Cowboy
My trusty little pony is my companion true, O'er creeks and hills and rivers he's sure to pull me through.
" When threatening clouds do gather and herded
lightnings flash, And heavy rain drops splatter, and rolling thunders
crash; What keeps the herd from running, stampeding far
and wide? The cowboy's long, low whistle and singing by their
" When in Kansas City, our boss he pays us up, We loaf around the city and take a parting cup; We bid farewell to city life, from noisy crowds we
come, And back to dear old Texas, the cowboy's native
Oh, he is coming back to marry the only girl he
loves, He says I am his darling, I am his own true love; Some day we two will marry and then no more he'll
roam, But settle down with Mary in a cozy little home.
" Ho, I'm a jolly cowboy, from Texas now I hail, Give me my bond to Mary, I'll quit the Lone Star trail.