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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Old Bob
Bill Henderson
We was hangin’ all over
The limbs of that tree.
Harley and Jinks,
Shorty and me.
That bull came a’snorting’
From outa the brush,
Diggin’and chargin’
The four of us.
The branding forgotten,
The irons in the fire,
We scattered for safety
By getting up higher.
Now we were stranded
Up there in the sky,
Storm clouds a’gatherin’
And thunder on high
I was just thinking
‘bout makin’ a rush
When that slip of a girl
Came out of the brush
To our shock and horror.,
She strode right to that bull
Dabbed a loop on his horns
And gave it a pull
She eyed us with scorn,
As that bull nudged and shook her
“Which one of you jaspers
Is carrying that sugar?”
My neck got all hot
And I blushed to my feet
“I reckon it’s me ma’am,
That’s carryin’ the sweet.”
She stared up at me,
Just a-shakin’ her head,
Her blue eyes a-twinkling,
Her hair golden red
“Old Bob here’s a softie
Wouldn’t hurt nary a fly
But when he smells sugar
It’s hard scratch or die.
Y’all come on down now,
And hand over the treats
Old bob he won’t hurt ya,
He’s just after them sweets.”
Well, that’s how I met her,
All them years ago,
And now I have sugar,
Wherever I go.
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