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The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckee's waters flow
Where the cattle are a-browzin', and the Spanish ponies grow
Where the Northers come a-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 bluebirds are a-singin' to the lovely meadow lark
Where the bighorns are a-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 kinda 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 women folks looked lovely, the boys looked kinda treed
Till the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, let's stampede"
And the music started sighin', and awailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Their leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch
They called him Windy Billy, from little Deadman's Branch
His rig was kinda careless, big spurs and high-heeled boots
He had the reputation that come when a feller shoots
His voice was like a bugle upon the mountainous height
His feet were animated and a mighty, movin' sight
When he commenced to hollerin', now, fellers stake your pen
Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men
Salute yer lovely critters; now swing an' let 'em go,
Climb the grape vine 'round 'em, all hands do-ce-do
You Mavericks, join the round-up- just skip her waterfall
Huh! hit was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Christmas Ball!

Don't tell me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire 'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Just give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Bill.
McAllister ain't nowhere: when Windy leads the show,
I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget yer, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited soirée, The Cowboys' Christmas Ball
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget yer, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited soirée, The Cowboys' Christmas Ball