<p class="tit-song">THE BUFFALO HUNTERS <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page185" name="page185"></SPAN>(p. 185)</span></p>
<p>Come all you pretty girls, to you these lines I'll write,<br/>
We are going to the range in which we take delight;<br/>
We are going on the range as we poor hunters do,<br/>
And the tender-footed fellows can stay at home with you.</p>
<p>It's all of the day long as we go tramping round<br/>
In search of the buffalo that we may shoot him down;<br/>
Our guns upon our shoulders, our belts of forty rounds,<br/>
We send them up Salt River to some happy hunting grounds.</p>
<p>Our game, it is the antelope, the buffalo, wolf, and deer,<br/>
Who roam the wide prairies without a single fear;<br/>
We rob him of his robe and think it is no harm,<br/>
To buy us food and clothing to keep our bodies warm.</p>
<p>The buffalo, he is the noblest of the band,<br/>
He sometimes rejects in throwing up his hand.<br/>
His shaggy main thrown forward, his head raised to the sky,<br/>
He seems <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page186" name="page186"></SPAN>(p. 186)</span> to say, "We're coming, boys; so hunter, mind your eye."</p>
<p>Our fires are made of mesquite roots, our beds are on the ground;<br/>
Our houses made of buffalo hides, we make them tall and round;<br/>
Our furniture is the camp kettle, the coffee pot, and pan,<br/>
Our chuck it is both bread and meat, mingled well with sand.</p>
<p>Our neighbors are the Cheyennes, the 'Rapahoes, and Sioux,<br/>
Their mode of navigation is a buffalo-hide canoe.<br/>
And when they come upon you they take you unaware,<br/>
And such a peculiar way they have of raising hunter's hair.</p>
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