A Cowboy Song

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A Cowboy Song

I could not be so well content,

So sure of thee,

Señorita,

But well I know you must relent

And come to me,

Lolita!

The Caballeros throng to see

Thy laughing face,

Señorita,

Lolita.

But well I know thy heart’s for me,

Thy charm, thy grace,

Lolita!

I ride the range for thy dear sake,

To earn thee gold,

Señorita,

Lolita;

And steal the gringo’s cows to make

A ranch to hold

Lolita!