Frontier Ballads

A Collection of Traditional Western Songs
with Lyrics & Illustrations

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	Frontier Ballads
	A GARRISON CHRISTMAS N OW, all you homesick rookies who are blue on Christmas Day, Though bunked in pleasant barracks, come listen to my lay! When you're stationed snug at Flagler, Leavenworth, or Hamp­ton Roads, Where the postman three times daily brings your Christmas cheer in loads, What ground have you for kicking? You would glorify your fate If you'd been in old Fort Buford on Christmas, '68! Just a bunch of squatty cabins built of cottonwoods and clay With roofs of sod and sedge-grass and windows stuffed with hay, And when the winter blizzards came howling overhead And we couldn't reach the timber, we burned our bunks, instead. While, camped around the gullies, lay five hundred Sioux in wait: That's how we stood at Buford on Christmas. '68!
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