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The Legend of Boastful Bill |
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Someone hand me up the makin's of a
smoke.
If you think my fame needs brightnin', Why, I'll rope a streak o' lightnin' An' spur it up an' quirt it till it's broke." Then one caper of repulsion
Broke that hoss's back in two,
Cinches snapped in the convulsion,
Skyward man and saddle flew,
Up they mounted, never flaggin',
And we watched them through our tears,
While this last, thin bit o' braggin'
Came a-floatin' to our ears :
" If you ever watched my habits very
close,
You would know I broke such rabbits by the gross.
I have kept my talent hidin', I'm too good for earthly ridin', So I'm off to bust the lightnin'— Adios I " Years have passed since that ascension; Boastful Bill ain't never lit; So we reckon he's a-wrenchin' Some celestial outlaw's bit. When the night wind flaps our slickers, And the rain is cold and stout, And the lightnin' flares and flickers, We can sometimes hear him shout: 9 |
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