And lope over the hills with a thundering sound…
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And lope over the hills with a thundering sound
And snort like a terror and hump up my back
When I saw the wild cowboy pursuing my track
And I’d laugh at his oaths as he fell to the rear;
O, I’d be a Jo Dandy if I was a steer!