Let's spend the day at Moran's ranch, and leave it all behind
We'll ride old Mack and Bessie Girl, and see what we can find
We'll travel west to three mile creek, and wade among the trout
We'll go on up to Jasper Falls, and hear the waters shout
Then if you wish we'll ride on down, to see the flower fields
I know we'll spy a deer or two, let's keep our peepers peeled
And then we'll have a picnic lunch, amid the chestnut trees
We'll laugh and talk and rest our eyes, we'll do what ere we please
And when we're done with easy slow, we'll hop on Bess and Mack
And race the wind down Sutter's trail, all the way to Johnson's shack
But when the day has run it's course, and we must pack it in
We'll both be glad we took the time, to get away again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem