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As he climbed the wagon wheel
To watch the cowboys all rejoice.
Then all thoughts were turned with reverence
To a plate of beef and beans,
As we grazed on beef and biscuits
Like yeaiiings on the range.
To the hot place with your city, Where they herd like frightened rats On a range so badly crowded There ain't room to cuss a cat. This life is not so sum'tious, I'm not longing for a change, But there is no place so homelike As a cow-camp on the range.
Author unknown to me, but my hat off to him, whoever he may be. Heard it recited by a young high-school girl at Montrose, Colorado.
Some time ago — two weeks or more
If I remember well —
I found myself in town, and thought
I'd knock around a spell;
When all at once I heard the bell —
I did n't know 't was Sunday,
For on the plains we scarcely know
A Sunday from a Monday —
A-calling all the people From the highways and the hedges, And all the reckless throng That tread ruin's ragged edges.