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The Cowboys7 Christmas Ball
The town was Anson City, old Jones's county seat,
Where they raise Polled Angus cattle, and waving whiskered wheat;
Where the air is soft and "bammy," an1 dry an' full of health,
And the prairies is explodin1 with agricultural wealth;
Where they print the Texas Western, that Hec. Mc- Cann supplies,
With news and yarns and stories, of most amazin? size;
Where Frank Smith " pulls the badger," on knowin' tender feet,
And Democracy's triumphant, and mighty hard to beat;
Where lives that good old hunter, John Milsap from Lamar,
Who " used to be the sheriff, back East, in Paris, sah!"
'Twas there, I say, at Anson, with the lively "WidderWall,"
That I went to that reception, "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in
piles;
The ladies —" kinder scatterin5 "— had gathered in for miles. And yet the place was crowded, as I remember well, 113 |
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