The Dude Ranch
Arthur Chapman
We used to run a cow-ranch, In all that old term meant, But all our ancient glories In recent years have went; We’re takin’ summer boarders, And, puttin’ it quite rude, It’s now the cowboy’s province To herd the festive dude. We used to run an outfit, The greatest in the West; Our cowboys were the wonders— Our roundups were the best; The punchers still are with us, But now they merely guide The tenderfoot from Boston Who’s learnin’ how to ride. We used to brand our cattle And ship ’em wide and far; But now we import humans From off the Pullman car; The dudes have got us captures And tied and branded, too; And the cowboy’s readin’ Ibsen When his daily toil is through.
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