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A Cowboy's Hopeless Love
An' yet I got a-mopin' round as crazy as a loon
An' actin'- like the story kid that bellered fer the moon. I wish to God she'd never come with them bright
laughin' eyes,—
Had never flashed that smile that seems a sunburst from the skies,—
Had stayed there in her city home instead o' comin' here
To visit at the ranch an' knock my heart plumb out o' gear.
I wish to God she'd talk to me in a way to fit the case,—
In words t'd have a tendency to hold me in my place,—
Instead o' bein' sociable an' actin' like she thought Us cowboys good as city gents in clothes that's tailor bought.
If I would hint to her o' love, she'd hit that love a
jar
An' laugh at sich a tough as me a-tryin' to rope a star;
She'd give them fluffy skirts a flirt, an' skate out o' my sight,
An' leave me paralyzed,— an' it'd serve me cussed right.
I wish she'd pack her pile o' trunks an' hit the city track,
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