As I ride across the plain, mid the sunshine and the rain,
You'll be rounded up in glory bye and bye.
You'll be rounded up in glory bye and bye.
Chorus
You'll be rounded up in glory bye and bye,
You'll be rounded up in glory bye and bye,
When the milling time is o'er.
And you'll stampede no more,
When He rounds you up, within the Master's fold.
You'll be rounded up in glory bye and bye,
When the milling time is o'er.
And you'll stampede no more,
When He rounds you up, within the Master's fold.
May we lift our voices high, to that sweet bye and bye,
And be known by the brand of the Lord;
For His property we are, and He'll know us from afar,
When He rounds us up in glory bye and bye.
And be known by the brand of the Lord;
For His property we are, and He'll know us from afar,
When He rounds us up in glory bye and bye.
Chorus
You'll be rounded up in glory bye and bye,
You'll be rounded up in glory bye and bye,
When the milling time is o'er.
And you'll stampede no more,
When He rounds you up, within the Master's fold.
You'll be rounded up in glory bye and bye,
When the milling time is o'er.
And you'll stampede no more,
When He rounds you up, within the Master's fold.
Then very reverently they lowered the casket covered with roses bought with the hard-earned money of Bill's chums into its last resting place. As it slowly sank from sight old Manito reached down his nose and nickered softly, not the eager whinney with which he had always greeted his master, but a wistful, pleading sound as though he were calling to him to come back.
Then they filled in the grave and covered it over
