boy i've been on the ladder
 where the trick waters flow
 where the cattle are a grazing
 and the Spanish ponies grow
 where the northerns come on whistling
 from behind the neutral strip
 and the prairie dogs are sneezing
 as if they had "the grip"
 but the coyotes come a howling
 "round the ranches after dark
 and the mocking-birds are singin'
 to the lovely "medder lark"
 where the big hoards are grazing
 and the lonely lovers talk
 it was there that i intended
 the cowboys' christmas spot
 
 the boys have left the ranches
 and come to town in piles
 the ladies-"kinder scatterin'"
 had gathered in for miles
 the room was togged out gorgeous
 with mistletoe and shawls
 and candles flickered frescoes,
 around the airy walls
 the "wimmin folks" looked lovely
 the boys looked kinder treed
 till the leader got to yelling
 hey fellows lets stampede
 and the music started sighin',
 an' awailin' through the hall
 as a kind of introduction
 to the cowboy's christmas ball
 
 their leader was a fellow
 that came from swenson's ranch
 they called him windy billy
 from little dead man's ranch
 his rig was "kinder keerless,"
 he had the reputation
 that comes when "fellers shoots"
 his voice was like a bugle
 upon the mountain's height
 his feet were animated
 in a mighty movin' sight
 when he commenced to holler,
 neow, fellers stake your pen!
 lock horns ter all them heifers,
 and wrestle 'em like men
 saloot yer lovely critters;
 now swing and let 'em go
 climb the grape vine
 'round 'em-all hands do-ce-do!
 you mavericks, jine the round-up
 jest skip her waterfall
 hit was gettin' happy,
 the cowboys' christmas ball!
 
 don't tell me 'bout cotillions,
 or germans. no sire 'ee!
 that whirl at anson city
 just takes the cake with me.
 i'm sick of lazy shufflin's,
 of them i've had my fill
 give me a frontier break-down,
 backed up by windy bill
 
 where gals aren't no where
 where the windy leafs are shown
 i've seen all the hardness
 and so i saw them all
 oh, bill, i sha'n't forget yer,
 and i'll oftentimes recall,
 that lively gaited sworray
 the cowboys' christmas ball.
 oh, bill, i sha'n't forget yer,
 and i'll oftentimes recall,
 that lively gaited sworray
 the cowboys' christmas ball.
sobota, 17 grudnia 2011
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