The Cowboy + 

He wears a big hat and big spurs and all that, + 

And leggins of fancy fringed leather; + 

He takes pride in his boots and the pistol he shoots, + 

And he’s happy in all kinds of weather; + 

He’s fond of his horse, it’s a broncho, of course, + 

For oh, he can ride like the devil; + 

He is old for his years and he always appears + 

Like a fellow who’s lived on the level; + 

He can sing, he can cook, yet his eyes have the look + 

Of a man that to fear is a stranger; + 

Yes, his cool, quiet nerve will always subserve + 

For his wild life of duty and danger. + 

He gets little to eat, and he guys tenderfeet, + 

And for fashion, oh well! he’s not in it; + 

He can rope a gay steer when he gets on its ear + 

At the rate of two-forty a minute; + 

His saddle’s the best in the wild, woolly West, + 

Sometimes it will cost sixty dollars; + 

Ah, he knows all the tricks when he brands mavericks, + 

But his knowledge is not got from your scholars; + 

He is loyal as steel, but demands a square deal, + 

And he hates and despises a coward; + 

Yet the cowboy, you’ll find, to women is kind + 

Though he’ll fight till by death overpowered. + 

Hence I say unto you⁠—give the cowboy his due + 

And be kind, my friends, to his folly; + 

For he’s generous and brave though he may not behave + 

Like your dudes, who are so melancholy. + 