Cowboy Songs and Other Frontier Ballads

<p class="tit-song">BUCKING BRONCHO <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page367" name="page367"></SPAN>(p. 367)</span></p> <p>My love is a rider, wild bronchos he breaks,<br/> Though he's promised to quit it, just for my sake.<br/> He ties up one foot, the saddle puts on,<br/> With a swing and a jump he is mounted and gone.</p> <p>The first time I met him, 'twas early one spring,<br/> Riding a broncho, a high-headed thing.<br/> He tipped me a wink as he gaily did go;<br/> For he wished me to look at his bucking broncho.</p> <p>The next time I saw him 'twas late in the fall,<br/> Swinging the girls at Tomlinson's ball.<br/> He laughed and he talked as we danced to and fro,<br/> Promised never to ride on another broncho.</p> <p>He made me some presents, among them a ring;<br/> The return that I made him was a far better thing;<br/> 'Twas a young maiden's heart, I'd have you all know;<br/> He's won it by riding his bucking broncho.</p> <p>My love has a gun, and that gun he can use,<br/> But he's quit his gun fighting as well as his booze;<br/> And <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page368" name="page368"></SPAN>(p. 368)</span> he's sold him his saddle, his spurs, and his rope,<br/> And there's no more cow punching, and that's what I hope.</p> <p>My love has a gun that has gone to the bad,<br/> Which makes poor old Jimmy feel pretty damn sad;<br/> For the gun it shoots high and the gun it shoots low,<br/> And it wobbles about like a bucking broncho.</p> <p>Now all you young maidens, where'er you reside,<br/> Beware of the cowboy who swings the raw-hide;<br/> He'll court you and pet you and leave you and go<br/> In the spring up the trail on his bucking broncho.</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />