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!