A LAMENT
RAWHIDE" Smith's gone crazy.
"Rawhide" was my pard.
Used to be a daisy;
Say, it's mighty hard!
Down at Twin Buttes City
"Rawhide" met a maid,
Young an' slim an' pretty
An' she turned his haid.
We jest started dancin'
Frolicsome an' gay—
Hang the pay-day prancin'
When it ends that way!
Say! that little creature
Got him roped all right;
First I knew, a preacher
Had spliced 'em good an' tight.
Now he's gone to farmin'
Way off from the range.
Says his place is charmin';
Lord, he's gettin' strange!
No more pal to cheer me
Ridin' herd at night;
No more comrade near me,
Game fer fun or fight.
One coat did fer cover
Cold nights when it stormed,
But them nights is over;
"Rawhide" Smith's reformed!