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RIDIN' UP THE ROCKY TRAIL FROM
TOWN "Billy Leamont rode out of the town —
Close at his shoulder rode Jack Lor ell — Over the leagues of the prairies brown, Into the hills where the sun goes down— Billy Leamont and Jack Lorellf
t * * # Billy Leamont looked down the dell —
Dead below kirn lay Jack Lor ell—
With his gun at his forehead he fired and fell, Then rode they two through the streets of hell — Billy Leamont and Jack Lor ell! "
The Ballad of Billy Leamont.1
W
E'RE the children of the open and we hate
the haunts o' men, But we had to come to town to get the mail. And we're ridin' home at daybreak — 'cause the air is cooler then —
All 'cept one of us that stopped behind in jail Shorty's nose won't bear paradin\ Bill's off eye is darkly fadin',
All our toilets show a touch of disarray, For we found that City life is1 a constant round of strife
And we aint the breed for shyin' from a fray. 1 This fragment is not included in Mr. Clark's poem. 179 |
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