<p class="tit-song">A COW CAMP ON THE RANGE <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page358" name="page358"></SPAN>(p. 358)</span></p>
<p>Oh, the prairie dogs are screaming,<br/>
And the birds are on the wing,<br/>
See the heel fly chase the heifer, boys!<br/>
'Tis the first class sign of spring.<br/>
The elm wood is budding,<br/>
The earth is turning green.<br/>
See the pretty things of nature<br/>
That make life a pleasant dream!</p>
<p>I'm just living through the winter<br/>
To enjoy the coming change,<br/>
For there is no place so homelike<br/>
As a cow camp on the range.<br/>
The boss is smiling radiant,<br/>
Radiant as the setting sun;<br/>
For he knows he's stealing glories,<br/>
For he ain't a-cussin' none.</p>
<p>The cook is at the chuck-box<br/>
Whistling "Heifers in the Green,"<br/>
Making baking powder biscuits, boys,<br/>
While the pot is biling beans.<br/>
The boys untie their bedding<br/>
And unroll it on the run,<br/>
For <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page359" name="page359"></SPAN>(p. 359)</span> they are in a monstrous hurry<br/>
For the supper's almost done.</p>
<p>"Here's your bloody wolf bait,"<br/>
Cried the cook's familiar voice<br/>
As he climbed the wagon wheel<br/>
To watch the cowboys all rejoice.<br/>
Then all thoughts were turned from reverence<br/>
To a plate of beef and beans,<br/>
As we graze on beef and biscuits<br/>
Like yearlings on the range.</p>
<p>To the dickens with your city<br/>
Where they herd the brainless brats,<br/>
On a range so badly crowded<br/>
There ain't room to cuss the cat.<br/>
This life is not so sumptuous,<br/>
I'm not longing for a change,<br/>
For there is no place so homelike<br/>
As a cow camp on the range.</p>
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