“Did their work and they did it right.
Come, come, coma,
Coma, coma, kee.
Coma, coma, coma,
Kee, kee, kee.”
“That,” said Dick with a flourish of the hand which still held his sombrero, “is why we have time to play today.”
The girls had been appreciative listeners. “Oh, isn’t there any more to it?” Dora cried “I thought cowboy songs went on and on; forty verses or more.”
“So they do!” Jerry agreed. “But I reckon this one is too new to be that long, but there is another verse,” he acknowledged.
Then in a rollicking way they sang:
“Two cowboys who were jolly and gay