boy i�ve been on the ladder
where the trick waters flow
where the cattle are a grazing
and the spanish ponies grow
where the northerns come on whistling
from behind the neutral strip
and the prairie dogs are sneezing
as if they had �the grip�
but the coyotes come a howling
�round the ranches after dark
and the mocking-birds are singin�
to the lovely �medder lark�
where the big hoards are grazing
and the lonely lovers talk
it was there that i intended
the cowboys� christmas spot
the boys have left the ranches
and come to town in piles
the ladies��kinder scatterin��
had gathered in for miles
the room was togged out gorgeous
with mistletoe and shawls
and candles flickered frescoes,
around the airy walls
the �wimmin folks� looked lovely
the boys looked kinder treed
till the leader got to yelling
hey fellows lets stampede
and the music started sighin�,
an� awailin� through the hall
as a kind of introduction
to the cowboy�s christmas ball
their leader was a fellow
that came from swenson�s ranch
they called him windy billy
from little dead man�s ranch
his rig was �kinder keerless,�
he had the reputation
that comes when �fellers shoots�
his voice was like a bugle
upon the mountain�s height
his feet were animated
in a mighty movin� sight
when he commenced to holler,
neow, fellers stake your pen!
lock horns ter all them heifers,
and wrestle �em like men
saloot yer lovely critters;
now swing and let �em go
climb the grape vine
�round �em�all hands do-ce-do!
you mavericks, jine the round-up
jest skip her waterfall
hit was gettin� happy,
the cowboys� christmas ball!
don�t tell me �bout cotillions,
or germans. no sire �ee!
that whirl at anson city
just takes the cake with me.
i�m sick of lazy shufflin�s,
of them i�ve had my fill
give me a frontier break-down,
backed up by windy bill
where gals aren�t no where
where the windy leafs are shown
i�ve seen all the hardness
and so i saw them all
oh, bill, i sha�n't forget yer,
and i�ll oftentimes recall,
that lively gaited sworray
the cowboys� christmas ball.
oh, bill, i sha�n't forget yer,
and i�ll oftentimes recall,
that lively gaited sworray
the cowboys� christmas ball.
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