The Cowboy and the Maid

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The Cowboy and the Maid

Funny how it come about!

Me and Texas Tom was out

Takin’ of a moonlight walk,

Fillin’ in the time with talk.

Every star up in the sky

Seemed to wink the other eye

At each other, ’sif they

Smelt a mouse around our way!

Me and Tom had never grew

Spoony like some couples do;

Never billed and cooed and sighed;

He was bashful like and I’d

Notions of my own that it

Wasn’t policy to git

Too abundant till I’d got

Of my feller good and caught.

As we walked along that night

He got talkin’ of the bright

Prospects that he had, and I

Somehow felt, I dunno why,

That afore we cake-walked back

To the ranch he’d make a crack

Fer my hand, and I was plum

Achin’ fer the shock to come.

By and by he says, “I’ve got

Fifty head o’ cows, and not

One of ’em but, on the dead,

Is a crackin’ thoroughbred.

Got a daisy claim staked out,

And I’m thinkin’ it’s about

Time fer me to make a shy

At a home.” “O Tom!” says I.

“Bin a-lookin’ round,” says he,

“Quite a little while to see

’F I could git a purty face

Fer to ornament the place.

Plenty of ’em in the land;

But the one ’at wears my brand

Must be sproutin’ wings to fly!”

“You deserve her, Tom,” says I.

“Only one so fur,” says he,

“Fills the bill, and mebbe she

Might shy off and bust my hope

If I should pitch the poppin’ rope.

Mebbe she’d git hot an’ say

That it was a silly play

Askin’ her to make a tie.”

“She would be a fool,” says I.

’Tain’t nobody’s business what

Happened then, but I jist thought

I could see the moon-man smile

Cutely down upon us, while

Me and him was walkin’ back⁠—

Stoppin’ now and then to smack

Lips rejoicin’ that at last

The dread crisis had been past.