So-ho, longhorns! Quit yet callin!
Bed down, now, and be good steers!
Stop that blamed infernal bawlin’,
Fer it’s bedlam in my ears!
You’re in fer a good ol’ cussin’
If you don’t stop rangin’ ’round!
Go to sleep and quite yer fussin’,
Pawin’ up this well bed-ground!
So-ho, longhorns! Stop yer proddin’!
Quiet down and mind yer boss,
An’ I’ll sing to you whilst ploddin’
‘Round the herd on my ol’ hoss.
I cain’t bawl out like Caruso,
But I’ll try my level best;
If you want to hear me do so,
Jest lie down an’ go to rest!
So-ho, longhorns! Stop that beller,
Or you’ll start a blamed stampede!
You’d jest like to make a feller
Lead you on a bust o’ speed!
Like to wake the boys a-lyin’
Back there by the fire tonight,
So they’d hafto ride a-flyin’
Fer to stop yer skeery flight!
So-ho, longhorns! Stop that mooin’!
Darn them Diamon’ Circle cows!
All they want to be a-doin’
Is a rangin’ ’round to browse!
You ain’t hungry; you’ve had water.
An’ you’ve had a bully feed;
Lie down, longhorns, like you oughter—
Ain’t a darned thing that you need!
So-ho, longhorns! Now I wonder
What the devil is that noise?
Gosh! it sounds to me like thunder!
Reck’n I’d best wake the boys!
Hi, you punchers! In yer saddles!
Bunch ’em close an’ hold ’em so!
Quick, afore the herd skeddadles!
(WOOF!) By hokey! There they go!
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