A rider, ga’nt but chin on high,
Yelled out a crazy song.
“Oh, glory be to me!” cries he,
“And to my noble noose!
Oh, stranger, tell my pards below
I took a rampin’ dream in tow,
And if I never lay him low,
I’ll never turn him loose!”
THE COYOTE[[45]]
Trailing the last gleam after,