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Coma ii yi youpy, youpy ya, youpy ya, Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya.
By Scott Levitt, Great Falls, Montana
Got song from Joel Thomas, but at the time I did not know author's name.
When the sap conies up through the Cottonwood
roots, And the first birds light 'mongst the quaking asp
shoots; When the last brown edge at the sprinkling snow Shows a crocus bloom and the cattle low To the smell of spring from the greening buttes; Then my winter of years feels a pulsing flood And a discontent is let loose in my blood; For the past comes up like a mist-robed sun, And the sap of old longings begins to run Till a thousand wishes burst into bud I From out the past rides a care-free crew, Steady and reckless right wild, but true — Big Sag Bill and old Milk River Blake, Musselshell Jack and Pecos Jake, A-riding ahead of 'em two by two 1 Now the coyotes call to the round-up camp, And the night herd's out where the grass grows
damp; The herders are singing a soothing tune, For the cows are restless beneath the moon, And I hear 'em bawling and hear 'em stamp! And, oh, what singing from out the night! Not the voice nor the tune, but a something quite