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Now, O Lord, please lend me thine ear,

The prayer of a cattleman to hear,

No doubt the prayers may seem strange,

But I want you to bless our cattle range.

Bless the round-ups year by year,

And don't forget the growing steer;

Water the lands with brooks and rills

For my cattle that roam on a thousand hills.

Prairie fires, won't you please stop?

Let thunder roll and water drop.

It frightens me to see the smoke;

Unless it's stopped, I'll go dead broke.

As you, O Lord, my herd behold,

It represents a sack of gold;

I think at least five cents a pound

Will be the price of beef the year around.

One thing more and then I'm through,—

Instead of one calf, give my cows two.

I may pray different from other men

But I've had my say, and now, Amen.