The long trail ends today, —
The long trail ends today,
The punchers go to play
And all you weary cattle
May sleep in peace for sure,—
May sleep in peace for sure,—
Sleep, sleep for sure.
The moon can't bite you heah,
Nor punchers fright you heah.
An' you-all will be beef befo'
We need you any mo',—
We need you any mo'!
From Pocock's "Curley."
THE END
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
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