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176 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
They'll take you down to a sandy hill,
Take you down contrary to your will;
Put you down in some lonesome place,
And that's just the way with the Cheyenne race,
And that's just the way with the Cheyenne race.
When they go to church I'll tell you what they wear,
An old gray coat all covered with hair,
An old gray coat all torn down,
A stove-pipe hat more rim than crown,
A stove-pipe hat more rim than crown.
When they go in, down they set, Take out their handerchief and wipe off the sweat, Look at all the pretty girls and then begin to laugh, And roll around their eyes like a dying calf, And roll around their eyes like a dying calf.
82 BREAKING IN A TENDERFOOT
'Twas then I thought I'd have some fun, And see how cowpunching was done; So when the roundups had begun I tackled a cattle king.
Says he, "My foreman's here in town; He stops at Dyer's, his name's Brown." We started for the ranch next day; |
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