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Memories lost as years pass by,
Saved by an old time Pard
An old tin can lies buried,
In it held this note
“The Last Rose of the summer”
For this is what he wrote.
We hardly knew ye Danny boy,
As we placed the rose upon your chest.
Your in the grandest company now,
Riding with the best
Heaven must have needed a good hand,
A cowboy young and strong.
We're gonna miss you Danny boy,
We bid thee fair so long.
Danny was just a young lad,
But damn that boy could ride.
Working cattle was his comfort,
Cowboy'n was his pride.
As twilight lanced the desert folds,
A far off rain some distance fell.
When the sound of rolling thunder cracked,
The cattle ran straight to hell.
Danny boy was riding point
As he turned his mustang Ace.
The cattle heading straight for Eagle Rim
When Danny boy gave chase
