I tell you we are smart,
And when the herd is ready, for Kansas then we start.

"Oh, I am a Texas cowboy, lighthearted, brave, and free,
To roam the wide, wide prairie, 'tis always joy to me.
My trusty little pony is my companion true,
O'er creeks and hills and rivers he's sure to pull me through.

"When threatening clouds do gather and herded lightnings flash,
And heavy rain drops splatter, and rolling thunders crash;
What keeps the herd from running, stampeding far and wide?
The cowboy's long, low whistle and singing by their side.

"When in Kansas City, our boss he pays us up,
We loaf around the city and take a parting cup;
We bid farewell to city life, from noisy crowds we come,
And back to dear old Texas, the cowboy's native home."

Oh, he is coming back to marry the only girl he loves,
He says I am his darling, I am his own true love;
Some day we two will marry and then no more he'll roam,
But settle down with Mary in a cozy little home.

"Ho, I'm a jolly cowboy, from Texas now I hail,
Give me my bond to Mary, I'll quit the Lone Star trail.
I love the rolling prairies, they're free from care and
strife,
But I'll quit the herd of longhorns for the sake of my
little wife."

The Texas Cowboy (Mus. Not.)

Mrs. Robert Thomson

I am a Tex-as Cowboy, Light-hearted, gay and free,
To roam the wide, wide prairie, Is always joy to me;
My trust-y lit-tle po-ny Is my com-pan-ion true;
O'er plain, thro' woods and river, He's sure to "pull me thro."

CHORUS

_Allegro_

I am a jol-ly cow-boy, From Tex-as now I hail,
Give me my "quirt" and po-ny, I'm read-y for the "trail;"
I love the roll-ing prairie, We're free from care and strife,
Be-hind a herd of "long-horns" I'll journey all my life.

THE CONVICT

When slumbering In my convict cell my childhood days I see,
When I was mother's little child and knelt at mother's knee.
There my life was peace, I know, I knew no sorrow or pain.
Mother dear never did think, I know, I would wear a felon's chain.

Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink,
Ah, don't you hear the clinking of my chain?
Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink,
Ah, don't you hear the clinking of my chain?

When I had grown to manhood and evil paths I trod,
I learned to scorn my fellow-man and even curse my God;
And in the evil course I ran for a great length of time
Til