. At early candle light and other poems. fine old jewels, and fine new frocks, And the boys in buckles and bushy locks, When Wes. came out, in his home-made coat, To win the prize for his sweethearts throat. When he cleared the corral and took the track, We all stood up, and shook the shack With shouts for Wes., with his curly hair. And his eye like the eye of a Pinto mare For fire, and as slim as a yucca stem. Stars ! how he turned and swept at them, With voice as sweet as the tinkling bell On a Brazos spur, and a speech that fell Ivike a silver riata, coiled to tote Away that prize for his s
. At early candle light and other poems. fine old jewels, and fine new frocks, And the boys in buckles and bushy locks, When Wes. came out, in his home-made coat, To win the prize for his sweethearts throat. When he cleared the corral and took the track, We all stood up, and shook the shack With shouts for Wes., with his curly hair. And his eye like the eye of a Pinto mare For fire, and as slim as a yucca stem. Stars ! how he turned and swept at them, With voice as sweet as the tinkling bell On a Brazos spur, and a speech that fell Ivike a silver riata, coiled to tote Away that prize for his sweethearts throat. He pulled up the picket-pins, took the leadOf that beautiful bunch in a wild stampede HIS SWEETHEARTS THROAT 25 Up the coulee to heaven and back , I have seen women weep, and men,But I say now, when Wes. marched downTo his mother, in her linsey gown,Who stood there waiting for a kiss,And just took her weary hands in his,We cried, and cheered, and howled, to note—He hung his prize at his sweethearts
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