I'll go thar and set by Nancy,

Spite o' you, when I blame please."

Well, I don't just clear remember

All the doin's that took place,

But you'll know the story better

If you'll look at Johnson's face.

As we rode we clinched and wrestled,

Then we tumbled to the ground,

Tore the bunch grass up, and cactus,

For a hundred yards around.

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Got him down, and in the scrimmage

Felt my lasso on the ground,

Tied his legs and bent him over,

Bound him like he's sittin' down;

Hustled quick to mount my pony,

Threw the loose end round the horn,

Thought I'd learn that Mr. Johnson

He'd missed out in bein' born.

Then I dragged him on the prairie,

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