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WHEN I WAS A COWBOY, by            
First Line: When I was a cowboy I rode a horse that was wild as a storm
Last Line: —arthur a. Flakoll, aberdeen
Subject(s): Childhood Memories; Cowboys; South Dakota


When I was a cowboy I rode a horse that was wild as a storm blown sea;
My saddle was spangled with silver and gold, and all the folks stared at me;
My hat, a sombrero, was studded with gems; my spurs jingled when I rode by;
My chaps were Angora; my boots were red-tipped, and a green 'kerchief served for

my tie.

Oh, it is a very long time ago, since I rode my snorting, bay steed;
It's long since I hunted the Indian and bear, and "busted" the broncs that I'd
need;
But I never tire of dreaming those days, nor of cowboy tales that are told;
I was quite a man, and I knew it then, when I was just four years old.
—ARTHUR A. FLAKOLL, ABERDEEN





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