SOH, Bossie, soh! The water's handy heah, The grass is plenty neah, An' all the stars a-sparkle Bekaze we drive no mo'— We drive no mo'. The long trail ends today,— The long trail ends today, The punchers go to play And all you weary cattle May sleep in peace for sure,— May sleep in peace for sure,— Sleep, sleep for sure. The moon can't bite you heah, Nor punchers fright you heah. An' you-all will be beef befo' We need you any mo',— We need you any mo'! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE WHILE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 1. A RECOGNITION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE HYMN TO ADVERSITY by THOMAS GRAY THE BLESSED VIRGIN, COMPARED TO THE AIR WE BREATHE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS UNMANIFEST DESTINY by RICHARD HOVEY |