To ride with me and ever to ride
From San Sabas shore to Lavatoes tide.
The air was heavy and the night was hot,
I sat by her side and forgot, forgot,
Forgot that the air was close, oppressed,
That a Texas northern comes sudden and soon
In the dead of night or the blaze of noon,
And once let a herd in its rest take fright,
There’s nothing on earth can stop its flight,
And woe to the rider and woe to the steed