NEW NATIONAL ANTHEM
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He’s a great old camp-robber when the boys are in bed —
Roots among the bake ovens for bacon and bread.
Roots among the bake ovens for bacon and bread.
He’s a great one to wrangle on, he knows every horse,
And if one of ’em’s missing he’s as mad as the boss;
His sense just come natural, he was never in school,
He’s as wise as a parson, my little brown mule.
And if one of ’em’s missing he’s as mad as the boss;
His sense just come natural, he was never in school,
He’s as wise as a parson, my little brown mule.
Did you ask if I’d sell him — well, not on your life;
The day we were married I gave him to the wife;
And now two of my kids daily ride him to school;
Oh, no, money can’t buy him, my little brown mule.
The day we were married I gave him to the wife;
And now two of my kids daily ride him to school;
Oh, no, money can’t buy him, my little brown mule.
NEW NATIONAL ANTHEM
Accredited to Burr Sims. Heard it sung at a matador camp in the Panhandle of Texas.
My country, ’t is of thee,
Land where things used to be
So cheap we croak.
Land of the mavericks,
Land of the puncher’s tricks,
Thy culture-inroad picks
The hide of this peeler-bloke.
Land where things used to be
So cheap we croak.
Land of the mavericks,
Land of the puncher’s tricks,
Thy culture-inroad picks
The hide of this peeler-bloke.
Some of the punchers swear
That what they eat and wear
That what they eat and wear
