LAST night as I lay on the prairie, And looked at the stars in the sky, I wondered if ever a cowboy Would drift to the sweet by and by. Roll on, roll on; Roll on, little dogies, roll on, roll on, Roll on, roll on; Roll on, little dogies, roll on. The road to that bright, happy region Is a dim, narrow trail, so they say; But the broad one that leads to perdition Is posted and blazed all the way. They say there will be a great round-up, And cowboys, like dogies, will stand, To be marked by the Riders of Judgement Who are posted and know every brand. I know there's many a stray cowboy Who'll be lost at the great, final sale, When he might have gone in the green pastures Had he known of the dim, narrow trail. I wonder if ever a cowboy Stood ready for that Judgement Day, And could say to the Boss of the Riders, "I'm ready, come drive me away." For they, like the cows that are locoed, Stampede at the sight of a hand, Are dragged with a rope to the round-up, Or get marked with some crooked man's brand. And I'm scared that I'll be a stray yearling, — A maverick, unbranded on high, — And get cut in the bunch with the "rusties" When the Boss of the Riders goes by. For they tell of another big owner Whose ne'er overstocked, so they say, But who always makes room for the sinner Who drifts from the straight, narrow way. They say he will never forget you, That he knows every action and look; So, for safety, you'd better get branded, Have your name in the great Tally Book. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 71 by PHILIP SIDNEY EPITAPH by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU PHILOCTETES: PHILOCTETES CALLS FOR DEATH by AESCHYLUS BOTHWELL: PART 2 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 3. OF CONTENTMENT by WILLIAM BASSE A DAISY FROM THE PARTHENON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES ALFARABI; THE WORLD-MAKER. A RHAPSODICAL FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |