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Yoho! Away o'er the mesquite sward, / With stirruped foot and a slackened rein; / With drumming hoofs, the hills toward. / And our track the boundless grassy plain; / Light in the saddle and ready hand; / Ride in the teeth of the wind and sand, / Wind, and sand, and rain. / Knees pressed tight on the saddle flap / Where the lasso dangles from its string / Over the rifle scabbard strap, / And the canteen and suaderos swing; / The wind sings hollow in my ear, / Nor sail nor wheel could follow near, / Sail, nor wheel, nor wing.
On dusty roads and streets there prowl / Bent riders perched on noiseless wheels; / Misshapen things with mannish scowl; / Strange crafts with unknown bows and keels; / Queer fish enmeshed in Folly's net; / Scare human, flesh, or fowl -- scarce yet / Red herring, flesh, or fowl.