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The Cowboys' Christmas Ball |
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Purr round yer gentle pussies, neow rope 'em!
Balance all!"
Huh! hit wuz gittin' active —" The Cowboys'
Christmas Ball!"
The dust riz fast an' furious, we all just galloped
round,
Till the scenery got so giddy, that Z Bar Dick was downed.
We buckled to our partners, an' told 'em to hold on, Then shook our hoofs like lightning until the early dawn.
Don't tell me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sir- 'ee!
That whirl at Anson City just takes the cake with me.
Pm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill, Give me a fronteer breakdown, backed up by Windy Bill.
McAllister ain't nowhere! when Windy leads the show,
I've seen }em both in harness, an' so I sorter know — Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget yer, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively-gaited sworray —" The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
Larry Chittenden in "Ranch Verses'' |
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