One evening's patrol on cypress hills
We drank up our fill
And the hour was still
When a Winchester shot
Like the ringing of a bell
Some boys of Gabriel Dumont's are shooting us to hell
So it's raise up your six-guns
Lest we be undone
Rake some fur, slack them reins
Let your ponies run, run
How I survived I may never understand son
Wooly times in the year of '85
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