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The puncher being cold, he went up to bed.
He asked for a candle to light his way to bed.
She showed up to bed like a good girl should.
He said, “Young lady, will you go to bed, too?”
It’s home to your home, wherever you may be.
It’s home to your home to your own country,
Where the oak and the ash and the buttonwillow tree,
The lark sings gaily in his own country.
Early in the morning the puncher arose.
He filled her apron with silver and gold.
“With silver in your pockets, gold in your purse,
Should you get into trouble, you can hire you a nurse.”
“Oh, if it’s a girl, pat her curly head.
Remember the night when with me you went to bed.
Oh, if it’s a girl, bounce her on your knee,
Tell her of her daddy who is far across the sea.
“If it’s a boy, call him Willie Lee,
And when he’s twenty-one you can send him o’er to me,
With his boots and his chaps, his Gallop saddle new,
I’ll make him punch cows like his daddy used to do.”
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