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THE COWBOY AT WORKJ
Y OU may call the cowboy horned and think him hard to tame, You may heap vile epithets upon his head; But to know him is to like him, notwithstanding his
hard name, For he will divide with you his beef arid bread.
If you see him on his pony as he scampers o'er the
plain, You would think him wild and woolly, to be sure; But his heart is warm and tender when he sees a
friend in need, Though his education is but to endure.
IWhen the storm breaks in its fury and the lightning's vivid flash
Makes you thank the Lord for shelter and for bed,
Then it is he mounts his pony and away you see him dash, .
No protection but the hat upon his head.
Such is life upon a cow ranch, and the half was never
told; But you never find a kinder-hearted set