Quirt him on the shoulders and rake him down the hip,
I’ll cut you toppy mounts, boys, now pair off and rip.”
After a few moments of silence the wind brought more song to the women on the porch:
“Bunch the herd at the old meet,
Then beat ’em on the tail;
Whip ’em up and down the side
And hit the shortest trail.”
The young man appeared to catch sight of the women and waved his pinched-in felt hat at them, finishing his range ditty with a cowboy cheer for a rider to the last stanza:
“Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya youpy ya,
Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya.”