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I have gathered these stories afar, / In the wind and the rain, / In the land where the cattle camps are, / On the edge of the plain. / On the overland routes of the west, / When the watches were long, / I have fashioned in earnest and jest / These fragments of song.
They are just the rude stories one hears / In sadness and mirth, / The records of wandering years, / And scant is their worth / Though their merits indeed are but slight, / I shall not repine, / If they give you one moment's delight, / Old comrades of mine.