Way out in North Nevada, where the Trukee's waters flow Where the cattle are "a-browzin'' and the Spanish ponies grow Where the Norther comes whistlin' from beyond the Neutral strip And the prairie dogs are sneezin' as if they had "the Grip" Where the coyotes come a-howlin' round the ranches after dark And the blue-birds are singin' to the lovely "medder lark" Where the big horns are grazin' and the lonely plovers call It was there that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball" The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles The ladies "kinder scatterin'" had gathered in for miles The room was togged out gorgeous with mistletoe and shawls And candles flickered frescoes around the airy walls The "wimmin folks" looked lovely, the boys looked kinder treed Till their leader commenced yellin': "Hey, fellers, let's stampede" The music started sighin' and a-wailin...
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