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When my earthly trail is ended And my final bacon curled, And the last great round up's finished At the Home Ranch of the world, I don't want no harps or haloes, Robes or other dress-up things,-- Let me ride the starry ranges On a pinto horse with wings,
Just a-ridin', just a-ridin', Splittin' chunks o' wintry air, With your feet froze to your stirrups And a snowdrift in your hair.
_(As sent by Elwood Adams, a Colorado cowpuncher.) See "Sun and Saddle Leather," by Charles Badger Clark, Jr._
THE END OF THE TRAIL
SOH, Bossie, soh!
The water's handy heah, The gra.s.s is plenty neah, An' all the stars a-sparkle Bekaze we drive no mo'-- We drive no mo'.
The long trail ends today,-- The long trail ends today, The punchers go to play And all you weary cattle May sleep in peace for sure,-- May sleep in peace for sure,-- Sleep, sleep for sure.
The moon can't bite you heah, Nor punchers fright you heah.
An' you-all will be beef befo'
We need you any mo',-- We need you any mo'!
_From Poc.o.c.k's "Curley."_
THE END
