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Straight to little Bessie Lee; "
Then he tied himself to the saddle, and he gave his horse the rein.
Just at dusk a horse of brown
Wet with sweat came panting down
The little lane at the cow-ranch, stopped in front of
Bessie's door; But the cowboy was asleep, And his slumbers were so deep, Little Bess could never wake him though she tried
You have heard the story told
By the young and by the old,
Away down yonder at the cow-ranch the night the
Apaches came; Of that sharp and bloody fight, How the chief fell in the fight And the panic-stricken warriors when they heard
And the heavens and earth between Keep a little flower so green
That little Bess had planted ere they laid her by his side.