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THE DANCE AT SILVER VALLEY |
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ON'T you hear the big spurs jingle?
Don't you feel the red blood tingle? Be it smile or be it frown, Be it dance or be it fight. Broncho Bill has come to town To dance a dance tonight. Chaps, sombrero, handkerchief, silver spurs at heel;
" Hello, Gil! " and " Hello, Pete! " " How do you think you feel? "
" Drinks are mine. Come fall in, boys; crowd up on the right.
Here's happy days and honey joys. I'm going to dance tonight"
(On his hip in leathern tube, a case of dark blue steel.)
Bill, the broncho buster, from the ranch at Beaver
Bend,
Ninety steers and but one life in his hands to spend; Ready for a fight or spree; ready for a race; Going blind with bridle loose every inch of space. Down at Johnny Schaeffer's place, see them trooping
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