My fancy drifts as often, through the murky, misty maze Of the past —to other seasons —to the good old cowboy
days, When the grass wuz green an' wavin' an' the skies wuz soft and blue, And the men were brave an' loyal, and the women fair an' true ! The old-time cowboy —here's to him, from hired hand to boss! His soul wuz free from envy and his heart wuz free from dross, An' deep within his nature, which wuz rugged, high and bold, There ran a vein uv metal, and the metal, men, wuz gold !
He'd stand up— drunk or sober—'gin a thousand fer his
rights ; He'd sometimes close an argument by shootin' out the lights ; An' when there was a killin', by the quickest on the draw, He wern't disposed to quibble 'bout the majesty uv law; But a thief —a low-down villain —why, he had no use for
him An' wuz mighty apt to leave 'im danglin' from a handy limb. He wuz heeled and allers ready—quick with pistol or with knife, But he never shirked a danger or a duty in his life !
"An' at a tale uv sorrow or uv innocence beguiled His heart wuz just as tender as the heart uv any child. "An' woman— aye, her honor wuz a sacred thing ; an' hence He threw his arms around her— in a figurative sense.