To Judge A. H. Willie
I crave not for her cities
Not towns where man hath trod,
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He wears a big hat and big spurs and all that,
And leggins of fancy fringed leather;
He takes pride in his boots and the pistol he shoots
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You can tell him by his 'weepons!'
And his soft, confiding air,
His bran-new gorgeous outfit,
And his high-priced aged mare.
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Afar from the tumult and turmoil of fashion,
Away, far away, from the throng that intrudes;
I am free from all envy and malice and passion
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When I give up trail-herdin', an' thought I'd jes' vamoose,
An' see my nativ' kentry in a first-class freight caboos ...
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He's a quiet, easy fellow, with his pants tucked in his boots,
And he wears a big revolver which he seldom ever shoots;
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Hence to-day all stock unbranded
Bear that early settler's name,
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