Walkin' down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal.

Bury me tomorrow where the lily blossoms spring
Underneath the willows where the little robins sing.
You will yearn to see me--but ah, nevermore you shall--
Walkin' down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal.

Refrain:--

Plant a little stone above the little mound of sod;
Write: "Here lies a lovin' an' a busted heart, begod!
Nevermore you'll see him walkin' proudly with his gal--
Walkin' down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal."

Sal, Sal,
My heart is broke today--
Broke in two forever when they laid you in the clay;
I would give creation to be walkin' with my gal--
Walkin' down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal.
_Lowell O. Reese,
In the Saturday Evening Post._

LOVE LYRICS OF A COWBOY

IT hain't no use fer me to say
There's others with a style an' way
That beats hers to a fare-you-well,
Fer, on the square, I'm here to tell
I jes can't even start to see
But what she's perfect as kin be.
Fer any fault I finds excuse--
I'll tell you, pard, it hain't no use
Fer me to try to raise a hand,
When on my heart she's run her brand.

The bunk-house ain't the same to me;
The bunch jes makes me weary--Gee!
I never knew they was so coarse--
I warps my face to try to force
A smile at each old gag they spring;
Fer I'd heap ruther hear her sing
"Sweet Adeline," or softly play
The "Dream o' Heaven" that-a-way.
Besides this place, most anywhere
I'd ruther be--so she was there.

She called me "dear," an' do you know,
My heart jes skipped a beat, an' tho'
I'm hard to feaze, I'm free to yip
My reason nearly lost its grip.
She called me "dear," jes sweet an' slow,
An' lookin' down an' speakin' low;
An' if I had ten lives to live,
With everything the world could give,
I'd shake 'em all without one fear
If 'fore I'd go she'd call me "dear."

You wonders why I slicks up so
On Sundays, when I gits to go
To see her--well, I'm free to say
She's like religion that-a-way.
Jes sort o' like some holy thing,
As clean as young grass in the spring;
An' so before I rides to her
I looks my best from hat to spur--
But even then I hain't no right
To think I look good in her sight.

If she shoul