Songs of the Cowboys (1921)/New National Anthem
NEW NATIONAL ANTHEM
Accredited to Burr Sims. Heard it sung at a matador camp in the Panhandle of Texas.
My country, ’t is of thee,
Land where things used to be
So cheap we croak.
Land of the mavericks,
Land of the puncher’s tricks,
Thy culture-inroad picks
The hide of this peeler-bloke.
Land where things used to be
So cheap we croak.
Land of the mavericks,
Land of the puncher’s tricks,
Thy culture-inroad picks
The hide of this peeler-bloke.
Some of the punchers swear
That what they eat and wear
Takes all their calves.
Others vow that they
Eat only once a day
Jerked beef and prairie hay,
Washed down with tallow salves.
That what they eat and wear
Takes all their calves.
Others vow that they
Eat only once a day
Jerked beef and prairie hay,
Washed down with tallow salves.
These salty dogs but crave,
To pull them out the grave,
Just one Kiowa spur.
They know they still will dine
On flesh and beef the time;
But give us, Lord divine,
One “hen-fruit stir.”
To pull them out the grave,
Just one Kiowa spur.
They know they still will dine
On flesh and beef the time;
But give us, Lord divine,
One “hen-fruit stir.”
Our father’s land, with thee,
Best trails of liberty,
We chose to stop.
We don’t exactly like
So soon to henceward hike,
But, hell, we’ll take the pike
If this don’t stop.
Best trails of liberty,
We chose to stop.
We don’t exactly like
So soon to henceward hike,
But, hell, we’ll take the pike
If this don’t stop.