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9\\ 7AY high up the Mogollons,1
VV Among the mountain tops, A lion cleaned a yearlin's bones And licked his thankful chops, When on the picture who should ride, A-trippin' down the slope, But High-Chin Bob, with sinful pride And mav'rick-hungry rope. et Oh, glory be to me" says he,
"And fame's unfadin' flowers! All meddlin' hands are far away; I ride my good top-hawse today And I'm top-rope of the Lazy J — Hi! kitty cat, youyre ours! " That lion licked his paw so brown
And dreamed soft dreams of veal — And then the circlin' loop sung down And roped him 'round his meal. He yowled quick fury to the world Till all the hills yelled back; The top-hawse gave a snort and whirled And Bob caught up the slack. 1 Pronounced by the natives " muggy-yones."
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