Cowboy Songs And Other Frontier Ballads

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\The Cowboy's Christmas Ball
While the Double Mountains slumber in heavenly kinds of dreams;
Where the antelope is grazin' and the lonely plov­ers call,—
It was there I attended the Cowboy's Christmas Ball.
The town was Anson City, old Jones' county seat,
Where they raised Polled Angus cattle and waving whiskered wheat;
Where the air is soft and bammy and dry and full of health,
Where the prairies is explodin' with agricultural wealth;
Where they print the Texas Western, that Hec McCann supplies
With news and yarns and stories, of most amazing size;
Where Frank Smith " pulls the badger " on know­ing tenderfeet,
And Democracy's triumphant and mighty hard to beat;
Where lives that good old hunter, John Milsap, from Lamar,
Who used to be the sheriff " back east in Paris, sah "!
'Twas there, I say, at Anson with the lovely Widder Wall,
That I went to that reception, the Cowboy's Christ­mas Ball.