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From “Cowboy Songs”
THERE’S a touch of human pathos, | |
| A glamour of the West, | |
| Round the names of women outlaws | |
| Who have now gone to their rest: | |
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| Broncho Sue, Belle Star, and Shudders, | 5 |
| Pike Kate, and Altar Doane, | |
| Calamity Jane, Sister Cummings, | |
| And the Rose of Cimmaron. | |
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| You’ve all oft heard the saying, | |
| “I’d go to Hell for you!” | 10 |
| About these women outlaws | |
| That saying was too true. | |
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| Each left her home and dear one | |
| For the man she loved the best; | |
| Close by his side on many a wild ride | 15 |
| Through the mountains of the West. | |
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| They’ve played their parts in western drama, | |
| On the great un-screened western stage, | |
| Where the mountains were their platform, | |
| Their stage-setting rocks and sage. | 20 |
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| Hunted by many a posse, | |
| Always on the run, | |
| Every man’s hand against them, | |
| They fought, and often won. | |
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| With a price upon each head, | 25 |
| They’d have to fight and stand; | |
| And die as game as any man, | |
| With a gun in either hand. | |
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| My hat off to you, women outlaws, | |
| For you did what you thought best; | 30 |
| And the same wild blood that coursed your veins | |
| Has settled up the West. | |
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| Whether right or wrong, your spirit | |
| Knew not the word of fear— | |
| And ’tis the dauntless courage of your kind | 35 |
| That bred the pioneer! | |
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