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High Chin Bob |
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Way high up in the Mokiones, if you ever camp
there at night,
You'll hear a rukus among the stones that'll lift your hair with fright;
You'll see a cow-hoss thunder by—a lion trail along,
And the rider bold, with his chin on high, sings forth his glory song: " Oh, glory be to me! " says he, " and to my mighty noose.
Oh, pardner, tell my friends below I took a ragin' dream in tow,
And if I didn't lay him low, I never turned him loose!" From oral rendition. |
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