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The bawl of a steer To a cowboy’s ear Is music of sweetest strain; And the yelping notes Of the gray coyotes To him are a glad refrain. And his jolly songs Speed him along As he thinks of the little gal With golden hair Who is waiting there At the bars of the homeRead more

When I think of the last great round-up, On the eve of eternity’s dawn, I think of the past of the cowboys Who have been with us here and are gone. And I wonder if any will greet me On the sands of the evergreen shore With a hearty, “God bless you, old fellow,” ThatRead more