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BRANDING PEN GOSSIP
Lem Scobey says to me one time,
"I wouldn't give a meas'ly dime
Fer any man what throws a calf,
An* gives that braggin' sort o' laff
As if he thought there ought to rest
A leather medal on his breast,
B'cause he's got more stren'th than branes—
Such swell-head dubs fill me with panes."
Lem says, "I love a good cowpunch What does his work an' does not lunch On his conceit 'most all the while He's showin' off his muscle's style. '"Tennyrate," Lem adds to me, As we grabs one, "there ought to be A law agin such sort o' men A-ras'lin' in a brandin' pen; I'd like to see such would-be's fired, They surely makes me mighty tired." |
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