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The bawl of a steer,

To a cowboy's ear,

Is music of sweetest strain;

And the yelping notes

Of the gray cayotes

To him are a glad refrain.

And his jolly songs

Speed him along,

As he thinks of the little gal

With golden hair

Who is waiting there

At the bars of the home corral.

For a kingly crown

In the noisy town

His saddle he wouldn't change;

No life so free

As the life we see

Way out on the Yaso range.

His eyes are bright

And his heart as light

As the smoke of his cigarette;

There's never a care

For his soul to bear,

No trouble to make him fret.

The rapid beat

Of his broncho's feet

On the sod as he speeds along,

Keeps living time

To the ringing rhyme

Of his rollicking cowboy song.

Hike it, cowboys,

For the range away

On the back of a bronc of steel,

With a careless flirt

Of the raw-hide quirt

And a dig of a roweled heel!

The winds may blow

And the thunder growl

Or the breezes may safely moan;—

A cowboy's life

Is a royal life,

His saddle his kingly throne.

Saddle up, boys,

For the work is play

When love's in the cowboy's eyes,—

When his heart is light

As the clouds of white

That swim in the summer skies.