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HIGH CHIN BOB
*TT 7AY high up in the Mokiones, among the
W mountain tops,
A lion cleaned a yearling's bones and licks his thank- ful chops; And who upon the scene should ride, a-trippin' down the slope,
But High Chin Bob of sinful pride and maverick- hungry rope. " Oh, glory be to me! " says he, " an' fame's unfadin' flowers;
I ride my good top hoss today and I'm top hand of Lazy-J,
So, kitty-cat, you're ours!" The lion licked his paws so brown, and dreamed soft
dreams of veal,
As High Chin's rope came circlin' down and roped him round his meal;
She yowled quick fury to the world and all the hills yelled back;
That top horse gave a snort and whirled and Bob took up the slack.
" Oh, glory be to me! " says he, " we'll hit the glory trail.
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