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KICK OF THE RANCH HAND
Dern my hide, I feel so lazy. Feel so stretchy, feel so dazy, An' the old, red day is dawnin', An' I'm layin' here an' yawnin', Thinkin' if I had a dollar, Like to see the man who'd holler, Or e'en dare to whisp'rin* say: "Get up, Jim, don't sleep all day."
What man is therein the land Has the trubbles of a hand? Go to bed at dark an' more. You gets up at half-past four; An' you pail 'bout forty-six Gosh-blamed cow-brutes, an' the tricks That they play an' put on you Jes' would make an angel stew.
Honestly, I get so mad That sometimes I wish I had Power to jes' make one swipe, An' each kickin' cow-brute wipe Off this whirlin', jiggy earth, Fer 'twould give me scads o' mirth— Honestly, I know it would Do me jes' a sight o*. good. |
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