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OUR LITTLE COWGIRL, by                    
First Line: "thar she goes a-lopin,' stranger"
Subject(s): Cowboys;girls;ranch Life;west (u.s.); Southwest;pacific States


THAR she goes a-lopin', stranger,
Khaki-gowned, with flyin' hair,
Talk about your classy ridin',—
Wal, you're gettin' it right thar.
Jest a kid, but lemme tell you
When she warms a saddle seat
On that outlaw bronc a-straddle
She is one that can't be beat!

Every buckaroo that sees her
Tearin' cross the range astride
Has some mighty jealous feelin's
Wishin' he knowed how to ride.
Why, she'll take a deep barranca
Six-foot wide and never peep;
That 'ere cayuse she's a-forkin'
Sure 's somethin' on the leap.

Ride? Why, she can cut a critter
From the herd as neat as pie,
Read a brand out on the ranges
Just as well as you or I.
Ain't much yet with the riata,
But you give her a few years
And no puncher with the outfit
Will beat her a-ropin' steers.

Proud o' her? Say, lemme tell you,
She's the queen of all the range;
Got a grip upon our heart-strings
Mighty strong, but that ain't strange;
'Cause she loves the lowin' cattle,
Loves the hills and open air,
Dusty trails on blossomed canons
God has strung around out here.

Hoof-beats poundin' down the mesa,
Chicken-time in lively tune,
Jest below the trail to Keeber's,—
Wait, you'll see her pretty soon.
You kin bet I know that ridin',—
Now she's toppin' yonder swell.
Thar she is; that's her a-smilin'
At the bars of the corral.





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