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o-a-whoo. Oh, it was a long and lonesome go As our herd rolled on to Mexico; With laughter light and the cowboy's song To Mexico we rolled along. Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo. When I arrived in Mexico I wanted to see my love but could not go; So I wrote a letter, a letter to my dear, But not a word from her could I hear. Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo. When I arrived at the once loved home I called for the darling of my own; They said she had married a richer life, Therefore, wild cowboy, seek another wife. Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo. Oh, the girl she is married I do adore, And I cannot stay at home any more; I'll cut my way to a foreign land Or I'll go back west to my cowboy band. Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo. I'll go back to the Western land, I'll hunt up my old cowboy band,-- Where the girls are few and the boys are true And a false-hearted love I never knew. Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo. "O Buddie, O Buddie, please stay at home, Don't be forever on the roam. There is many a girl more true than I, So pray don't go where the bullets fly." Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo. "It's curse your gold and your silver too, God pity a girl that won't prove true; I'll travel West where the bullets fly, I'll stay on the trail till the day I die." Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo. THE HORSE WRANGLER I thought one spring just for fun I'd see how cow-punching was done, And when the round-ups had begun I tackled the cattle-king. Says he, "My foreman is in town, He's at the plaza, and his name is Brown, If you'll see him, he'll take you down." Says I, "That's just the thing." We started for the ranch next day; Brown augured me most all the way. He said that cow-punching was nothing but play, That it was no work at all,-- That all you had to do was ride, And only drifting with the tide; The son of a gun, oh, how he lied. Don't you think he had his gall? He put me in charge of a cavyard, And told me not to work too hard, That all I had to do was guard The horses from getting away; I had one hundred and sixty head, I sometimes wished that I was dead; When one got away, Brown's head turned red, And there was the devil to pay. Sometimes one would make a break, Across the prairie he would take, As if running for a stake,-- It seemed to them but play; Sometimes I could no
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