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                                  For  we  rode  for  our lives..  You  shall  hear how  we fared.
                                         In  Tc :xi^, down by the  Rio  Grande.

                                 1  ’it:  mns^uio flew,  and  ivi;  uri/ed him  on; ?
                                              o
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                                                                o
                                 There  was  one  chancc  left,  and you  have but one,—
                                 1 1:ilt,  jump  to  ground,  and  shoot your  horse;
                                 CroLK.b  under  his  carcass,  and  take j-our chance;
                                  Ami  if  t.ic  steers  in  their frantic  course
                                  Don't  batter  you  both  to  pieces  at  once,
                                 You  may  thank your star;  if  not,  good-by
                                 To  the quickening  kiss  and  the  long-drawn sigh,
                                 And  I he  open  air  ;i  id  the  open  sky,
                                         Tn  Texas,  down by  the  Rio  Grande,

                                 The  cattle  gained  on  ns,  and, j^st as  I  felt
                                 For  my  old .six-shooter  behind  in  my  belt,
                                 Down  came the mustang,  ;md down  came we,
                                 Clinging together,  and— what was the  rest?
                                 A  body  that  spread  itself  oti  my breast,
                                 Two arms  that  shielded  my  div.v.y head.
                                 Two  lips that  hard  on  my lips were prest;
                                 Then  came  thunder  in  my ears,
                                 As  over  us  surged  the sea  of  steers.
                                 Blows  that  heat blood into  my  eyes
                                 And  when  f  con Id  rise—
                                 Lasca was  dead!

                                 1  gorged  out a  grave n  few  feefe  deep,
                                 And  there  in  harth's  arms  I  laid  her to  sleep;
                                 And there  she  is  lying,  and  no  one knows;
                                 And  Ihi:  summer  shines,  and  the winter snows;
                                 For  many  a  day  the  flowers  have  spread
                                 A   pall  of  petals  over  lit" head;
                                 And  the  little  <miv  hawk  hangs  a.oit  in  the ;iir,
                                                O r            O
                                 And  the sly  coyote trots here and the:*:,
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