<p class="tit-song">CHOPO <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page371" name="page371"></SPAN>(p. 371)</span></p>
<p>Through rocky arroyas so dark and so deep,<br/>
Down the sides of the mountains so slippery and steep,—<br/>
You've good judgment, sure-footed, wherever you go,<br/>
You're a safety conveyance, my little Chopo.</p>
<p class="add1em">Refrain:—<br/>
Chopo, my pony, Chopo, my pride,<br/>
Chopo, my amigo, Chopo I will ride.<br/>
From Mexico's borders 'cross Texas' Llano<br/>
To the salt Pecos River, I ride you, Chopo.</p>
<p>Whether single or double or in the lead of the team,<br/>
Over highways or byways or crossing a stream,—<br/>
You're always in fix and willing to go,<br/>
Whenever you're called on, my chico Chopo.</p>
<p>You're a good roping horse, you were never jerked down,<br/>
When tied to a steer, you will circle him round;<br/>
Let him once cross the string and over he'll go,—<br/>
You sabe the business, my cow-horse, Chopo.</p>
<p>One <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page372" name="page372"></SPAN>(p. 372)</span> day on the Llano a hailstorm began,<br/>
The herds were stampeded, the horses all ran,<br/>
The lightning it glittered, a cyclone did blow,<br/>
But you faced the sweet music, my little Chopo.</p>
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