Songs of the Cowboys (1908)/Bucking Broncho

My love is a rider, wild bronchos he breaks
Though he's promised to quit it, just for my sake
He ties up one foot, the saddle puts on
With a swing and a jump he is mounted and gone.

The first time I met him, 'twas early one spring
Riding a broncho a high headed thing
He tipped me a wink as he gaily did go
For he wished me to look at his bucking broncho.

The next time I saw him, 'twas late in the fall
Swinging the girls at Tomlinson's ball
He laughed and he talked, as we danced to and fro
Promised never to ride on another broncho.

​He made me some presents, among them a ring
The return that I made him was a far better thing
'Twas a young maiden's heart, I'd have you all know
He'd won it by riding his bucking broncho.

Now all you young maidens, where'er you reside
Beware of the cow-boy who swings the rawhide
He'll court you and pet you and leave you and go
In the spring up the trail on his bucking broncho.