Cowboy Songs And Other Frontier Ballads

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Araphoe, or Buckskin Joe
" I'm wild and woolly and full of fleas And never curried below the knees. Now, little stranger, if you'll give me your ad­dress,— How would you like to go, by fast mail or express? "
The little stranger who was leaning on the door Picked up a hand of playing cards that were scattered
on the floor. Picking out the five of spades, he pinned it to the
door And then stepped back some twenty paces or more.
He pulled out his life-preserver, and with a " one,
two, three, four," Blotted out a spot with every shot; For he had traveled with a circus and was a fancy
pistol shot. " I have one more left, kind sir, if you wish to call
the play."
Then Hanke stepped up to the stranger and made a neat apology,
" Why, the lions in the mountains,— that was noth­ing but a joke.
Never mind about the extra, you are a bad shooting man,
And I'm a meek little child and as harmless as a lamb."