Hoof-beats poundin' down the mesa,
Chicken-time in lively tune,
Jest below the trail to Keeber's,—
Wait, you'll see her pretty soon.
You kin bet I know that ridin',—
Now she's toppin' yonder swell.
Thar she is; that's her a-smilin'
At the bars of the corral.
Anonymous.
I WANT MY TIME
I'M night guard all alone tonight,
Dead homesick, lonely, tired and blue;
And none but you can make it right;
My heart is hungry, Girl, for you.
I've longed all night to hug you, Dear;
To speak my love I'm at a loss.
But just as soon as daylight's here
I'm goin' straight to see the boss.
"How long's the round-up goin' to run?
Another week, or maybe three?
Give me my time, then, I am done.
No, I'm not sick. Three weeks? Oh gee!"
I know, though, when I've had enough.
I will not work,— darned if I will.
I'm goin' to quit, and that's no bluff.
Say, gimme some tobacco, Bill.
Anonymous.