Читать книгу Cowboy Songs, and Other Frontier Ballads - Various - Страница 19

Dan Taylor is a rollicking cuss,

A frisky son of a gun,

He loves to court the maidens

And he savies how it's done.

He used to be a cowboy

And they say he wasn't slow,

He could ride the bucking bronco

And swing the long lasso.

He could catch a maverick by the head

Or heel him on the fly,

He could pick up his front ones

Whenever he chose to try.

He used to ride most anything;

Now he seldom will.

He says they cut some caper in the air

Of which he's got his fill.

He is done and quit the business,

Settled down to quiet life,

And he's hunting for some maiden

Who will be his little wife,—

One who will wash and patch his britches

And feed the setting hen,

Milk old Blue and Brindy,

And tend to baby Ben.

Then he'll build a cozy cottage

And furnish it complete,

He'll decorate the walls inside

With pictures new and sweet.

He will leave off riding broncos

And be a different man;

He will do his best to please his wife

In every way he can.

Then together in double harness

They will trot along down the line,

Until death shall call them over

To a bright and sunny clime.

May your joys be then completed

And your sorrows have amend,

Is the fondest wish of the writer,—

Your true and faithful friend.