Songs of the Cowboys (1908)/Grand Round-up

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Grand Round-up."

(Repeat last two lines of each stanza.)
Air Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

I hear there's to be a grand round up
Where cow-boys with others must stand
To be cut out by the riders of judgment
Who are posted and know all the brands.

The trail to that great mystic region
Is narrow and dim so they say
While the one that leads down to perdition
Is posted and blazed all the way.

Whose fault is it then that so many
Go astray on this wild range and fail
Who might have been rich and had plenty
Had they known of the dim narrow trail.

I wonder if at the last day some cow-boy
Un-branded and un-claimed should stand
Would he be mavericked by those riders of judgment
Who are posted and know all the brands?

My wish for all cow-boys is this
That we may meet at that grand final sale
Be cut out by the riders of judgment
And shoved up the dim narrow trail.

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