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Ranch and Range |
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Old Jed jes' turned to me an' said—
He pays no 'tenshun to the dead—
Says he: "Fine weather, finest ever saw, /
How's your chewin'? Give us a chaw."
Some day old Jed lays down his hand, An' seeks a strange but warmer land, Where the range boss is mighty mean, An' wears his tail ear-marked between. 'Spects then old Jed in his ca'm way Will size Nick up an' drawlin' say— He'll say: "Fine weather, finest ever saw, How's your chewin'? Give us a chaw," |
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