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Last night, as I lay on the prairie, And looked at the stars in the sky, I wondered if ever a cowboy Would drift to that sweet by and by. I hear there’s to be a grand round-up Where cowboys with others must stand, To be cut out by the riders of judgment Who areRead more

I have seen them ride the ponies In the sage-brush and the bad land; I have seen them buck and beller And turn almost inside out, While the rider sat the saddle And watched each snaky motion, While the others yelled “Stay with him” As loud as they could shout. And often on the round-upRead more

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

Morin’ on the desert, and the wind is blowin’ free, And it’s ours, jest for the breathin’, so let’s fill up, you and me. No more stuffy cities, where you have to pay to breathe, Where the helpless human creatures move and throng and strive and seethe. Mornin’ on the desert, and the air isRead more