<p class="tit-song">THE COWBOY AT WORK <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page352" name="page352"></SPAN>(p. 352)</span></p>
<p>You may call the cowboy horned and think him hard to tame,<br/>
You may heap vile epithets upon his head;<br/>
But to know him is to like him, notwithstanding his hard name,<br/>
For he will divide with you his beef and bread.</p>
<p>If you see him on his pony as he scampers o'er the plain,<br/>
You would think him wild and woolly, to be sure;<br/>
But his heart is warm and tender when he sees a friend in need,<br/>
Though his education is but to endure.</p>
<p>When the storm breaks in its fury and the lightning's vivid flash<br/>
Makes you thank the Lord for shelter and for bed,<br/>
Then it is he mounts his pony and away you see him dash,<br/>
No protection but the hat upon his head.</p>
<p>Such is life upon a cow ranch, and the half was never told;<br/>
But you never find a kinder-hearted set<br/>
Than <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page353" name="page353"></SPAN>(p. 353)</span> the cattleman at home, be he either young or old,<br/>
He's a "daisy from away back," don't forget.</p>
<p>When you fail to find a pony or a cow that's gone a-stray,<br/>
Be that cow or pony wild or be it tame,<br/>
The cowboy, like the drummer,—and the bed-bug, too, they say,—<br/>
Brings him to you, for he gets there just the same.</p>
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