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The Glory Trail |
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" Oh, glory be to me," sighs he.
" He kaint be drug to death, But now I know beyond a doubt Them heroes I have read about Was only fools that stuck it out To end of mortal breath" 'Way high up the Mogollons
A prospect man did swear
That moon dreams melted down his bones
And hoisted up his hair :
A ribby cow-hawse thundered by,
A lion trailed along,
A rider, ga'nt, but chin on high,
Yelled out a crazy song.
" Oh, glory be to me! " cries he,
"And to my noble noose! 0 stranger, tell my pards below
1 took a rampin} dream in tow,
And if I never lay him low, Fll never turn him loose!" Charles Badger Clark. |
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