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o' heaven's there,-- Will y'u care for yo' mothah, little boy? _Pocock in "Curley."_ A COWBOY SONG I COULD not be so well content, So sure of thee, Senorita, But well I know you must relent And come to me, Lolita! The Caballeros throng to see Thy laughing face, Senorita, Lolita. But well I know thy heart's for me, Thy charm, thy grace, Lolita! I ride the range for thy dear sake, To earn thee gold, Senorita, Lolita; And steal the gringo's cows to make A ranch to hold Lolita! _Pocock in "Curley."_ A NEVADA COWPUNCHER TO HIS BELOVED LONESOME? Well, I guess so! This place is mighty blue; The silence of the empty rooms Jes' palpitates with--you. The day has lost its beauty, The sun's a-shinin' pale; I'll round up my belongin's An' I guess I'll hit the trail. Out there in the sage-brush A-harkin' to the "Coo-oo" Of the wild dove in his matin' I can think alone of you. Perhaps a gaunt coyote Will go a-lopin' by An' linger on the mountain ridge An' cock his wary eye. An' when the evenin' settles, A-waitin' for the dawn Perhaps I'll hear the ground owl: "She's gone--she's gone--she's gone!" _Anonymous._ THE COWBOY TO HIS FRIEND IN NEED YOU'RE very well polished, I'm free to confess, Well balanced, well rounded, a power for right; But cool and collected,--no steel could be less; You're primed for continual fight. Your voice is a bellicose bark of ill-will, On hatred and choler you seem to have fed; But when I control you, your temper is nil; In fact, you're most easily led. Though lead is your diet and fight is your fun, I simply can't give you the jolt; For I love you, you blessed old son-of-a-gun,-- You forty-five caliber Colt! _Burke Jenkins._ WHEN BOB GOT THROWED THAT time when Bob got throwed I thought I sure would bust. I like to died a-laffin' To see him chewin' dust. He crawled on that Andy bronc And hit him with a quirt. The next thing that he knew He was wallowin' in the dirt. Yes, it might a-killed him, I heard the old ground pop; But to see if he was in
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