<p class="tit-song">THE HORSE WRANGLER <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page136" name="page136"></SPAN>(p. 136)</span></p>
<p>I thought one spring just for fun<br/>
I'd see how cow-punching was done,<br/>
And when the round-ups had begun<br/>
I tackled the cattle-king.<br/>
Says he, "My foreman is in town,<br/>
He's at the plaza, and his name is Brown,<br/>
If you'll see him, he'll take you down."<br/>
Says I, "That's just the thing."</p>
<p>We started for the ranch next day;<br/>
Brown augured me most all the way.<br/>
He said that cow-punching was nothing but play,<br/>
That it was no work at all,—<br/>
That all you had to do was ride,<br/>
And only drifting with the tide;<br/>
The son of a gun, oh, how he lied.<br/>
Don't you think he had his gall?</p>
<p>He put me in charge of a cavyard,<br/>
And told me not to work too hard,<br/>
That all I had to do was guard<br/>
The horses from getting away;<br/>
I had one hundred and sixty head,<br/>
I sometimes wished that I was dead;<br/>
When one got away, Brown's head turned red,<br/>
And there was the devil to pay.</p>
<p>Sometimes <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page137" name="page137"></SPAN>(p. 137)</span> one would make a break,<br/>
Across the prairie he would take,<br/>
As if running for a stake,—<br/>
It seemed to them but play;<br/>
Sometimes I could not head them at all,<br/>
Sometimes my horse would catch a fall<br/>
And I'd shoot on like a cannon ball<br/>
Till the earth came in my way.</p>
<p>They saddled me up an old gray hack<br/>
With two set-fasts on his back,<br/>
They padded him down with a gunny sack<br/>
And used my bedding all.<br/>
When I got on he quit the ground,<br/>
Went up in the air and turned around,<br/>
And I came down and busted the ground,—<br/>
I got one hell of a fall.</p>
<p>They took me up and carried me in<br/>
And rubbed me down with an old stake pin.<br/>
"That's the way they all begin;<br/>
You're doing well," says Brown.<br/>
"And in the morning, if you don't die,<br/>
I'll give you another horse to try."<br/>
"Oh say, can't I walk?" says I.<br/>
Says he, "Yes, back to town."</p>
<p>I've traveled up and I've traveled down,<br/>
I've traveled this country round and round,<br/>
I've lived in city and I've lived in town,<br/>
But <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page138" name="page138"></SPAN>(p. 138)</span> I've got this much to say:<br/>
Before you try cow-punching, kiss your wife,<br/>
Take a heavy insurance on your life,<br/>
Then cut your throat with a barlow knife,—<br/>
For it's easier done that way.</p>
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