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On the Trail of Love |
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AN ODE TO THE SLOW HORSE
Oh, now that sleyin' time is here an' weather
is jes' boss, I likes to take her drivin' with the tamest
kind o' hoss. I wants no prancin' bronco that makes a
sudden dive, An' r'ars an' t'ars hisself in two, But one
That she Can drive.
I wants a bronk what knows his biz an' minds
it to the chalk; I wants a bronk can pass the rest, yet slow
down to a walk When I has got my arms engaged, while
hearts from bustin' strive; I wants a bronk, that kind o' bronk, That kind
That she Can drive.
When sparkin' nights an' sleyin' nights an'
moonlight nights are here, An' she an' I are tryin' fer to snuggle close
an' near, |
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