Songs Of the Cattle Trail & Cow Camp

Complete Text & Lyrics by John A Lomax

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The Cowboys' Ball
Bow down! right in town and sashay down the
middle;
Got to keep a-movin' for to see the show!
Yes, mam! Warm, mam ? Want to rest a minute ?
Like to get a breath of air lookin' at the stars?
All right! Fine night — Dance ? There's nothin'
in it!
That's my pony there, peekin' through the bars.
Bronc, mam? No, mam! Gentle as a kitten!
Here, boy! Shake a hand! Now, mam, you can
see;
Night's cool. What a fool to dance, instead of
sittin'
Like a gent and lady, same as you and me.
Yip I Yip! Yip! Yip! turiiri up the fiddle;
Well, them as likes the exercise sure can have it all!
Right wing, lady swings, and sashay down the mid-
dle .. .
But this beats dancin' at the Cowboys' Ball.
Henry Herbert Knibbs.
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