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A COWBOY TOAST
H
ERE'S to the passing cowboy, the plowman's
pioneer; His home, the boundless mesa, he of any man the
peer; Around his wide sombrero was stretched the rat-
tler's hide, His bridle sporting conchos, his lasso at his side.
All day he roamed the prairies, at night he, with
the stars, Kept vigil o'er thousands held by neither posts nor
bars; With never a diversion in all the lonesome land,
But cattle, cattle, cattle, and sun and sage and
sand. Sometimes the hoot-owl hailed him, when scudding
through the flat;
And prairie dogs would sauce him, as at their doors they sat;
The rattler hissed its warning when near its haunts he trod
Some Texas steer pursuing o'er the pathless waste of sod.
With lasso, quirt, and 'colter the cowboy knew his skill;
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