A COWBOY IN LOVE.

A COWBOY IN LOVE.
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If I would say the words I think
My tongue with overwork would bust,
I’d make old Shakespeare rise an’ sav:
“What varlot now disturbs my dust?”
If I would do the things which I
Am simply achin’ to perform,
I’d rope the lightnin’ an’ I’d jerk
The terror froin the ragin’ storm.

I’d use a comet for a hoss,
An ride him stuckup-like an’ proud;
My spurs would be a pair o’ stars,
My blanket jes a fleeer cloud.
I’d round up all the planets an’
I’d do it suddin, sure an’ soop,
An’ then I’d set back calm an’ watch
Them mill around the helpless moon,

I’d do all this an’ maybe more,
Pervidin’ that I thought it would
In this here heart o’ mine
Do any sort o’ passin’ good.
I’d do it all an’ take a chance
To hold the trail thro’ afterwhile,
If she would throw me jes’ one word,
An’ the it up with one sweet smile.