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Oh, slow up, dogies, quit your roving round, You have wandered and tramped all over the ground; Oh, graze along, dogies, and feed kinda slow, And don’t forever be on the go,— Oh, move slow, dogies, move slow. I have circle-herded, trail-herded, night-herded, and cross-herded, too, But to keep you together that’s what I can’tRead more

Bill Venero heard them say In an Arizona town one day That a band of Apache Indians Were up on the trail that way Heard them tell of murder done Three men killed at Rocky Run “They’re in danger at the cow-ranch” Said Venero under his breath. The cow-ranch, forty miles away Was a littleRead more