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We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
And bitterly wept as we bore him along;
For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and
handsome; We all loved our comrade, although he'd done
Heard this sung at a little round-up at Seven Lakes, New Mexico, by a puncher named Spence.
The bawl of a steer
To a cowboy's ear
Is music of sweetest strain;
And the yelping notes
Of the gray coyotes
To him are a glad refrain.
And his jolly songs
Speed him along
As he thinks of the little gal
With golden hair
Who is waiting there
At the bars of the home corral.
For a kingly crown
In the noisy town
His saddle he would n't change;
Ho life so free
As the life we see
'Way out on the Yaso range.
His eyes are bright And his heart as light