Ranch and Range
O give me a home
Where no buffaloes roam,
But the pigs and the porcupines play,
If it rains, we’ve the barn,
So we don’t give a darn
When the skies are all cloudy and grey.
Home, home on the farm,
Where the corn and the cantaloupes sprout;
Where often is seen
Mr. William F. Bean,
With his pipe either burning or out.
When the moon rides high on the pine tree branch,
Then Two-Gun Freddy of the Lone Pig Ranch
(Oh, hi, yi, yippy-yippy-yip!)
He takes his guitar, and he tightens up the strings,
And he jumps in the saddle, and this is what he sings:
Oh, hi, yi, yippy-yippy-yings!
Oh, hi, yi, yippy-yippy-yap, yop, yowp,
Oh, hi, yi, yippy-yippy-yings!
Oh, the wild wind moans o’er the lone prai-ree
But Two-Gun Freddy, oh, louder moans he;
(Sing hi, yi, yippy-yippy-yip!)
He shouts this song till the whole sky rings,
As he sits in the saddle and twangles on the strings:
Oh, hi, yi, yippy-yippy-yings!
Oh, hi, yi, yippy-yippy-yap, yop, yowp,
Oh, hi, yi, yippy-yippy-yings!
FROM THE BALLAD OF TWO-GUN FREDDY
Up to the ranch rides cowboy Freddy;
His heart is stout and his hand is steady;
He yells: “Come out” but Flint is yeller
And he shakes and he shivers and he hides in the cellar.
Oh, yip, yip, yippy-doodle-dee!
When Freddy finds him he falls on his knees,
And he says, “Oh, mercy!” and he says, “Oh, please!”
But Freddy just laughs and pulls his moustache,
And he plugs old Flint in the middle of his sash.
Sing yip,yip, yippy-doodle-do.
Yippy-i-dee! Yippy-i-day!
Cowboy Bean is coming this way.
He’s sharp as a needle and bright as a dollar,
Wears a No. 3 shoe and a 16 collar.
He’s full of vim and he’s full of vigor,
Fast on the draw and quick on the trigger.
So all you bandits and thieves take warning,
Or you’ll be in a hospital bed by morning,
And the doc’ll give you kind of a shake,
And he’ll hear the rattle that the bullets make,
And he’ll shake his head and he’ll say: “O my!
I can’t cure this and I ain’t going to try,
Yippy-i-day! Yippy-i-dy!
For Two-Gun Freddy has plugged this guy.”
O gimme my boots, and gimme my saddle,
For back to the range I’m goin’ to skedaddle.
Yip, yip, yippee! O my! O my!
O saddle up the pinto and saddle up the grey,
For I ain’t goin’ to stay here—no, I ain’t goin’ to stay
Where the skies are dreary and the folks ain’t gay.
O my!
Yip, yip!
O my!
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I’m goin’ back home now: I’m goin’ back home,
Where I never use a toothbrush, never use a comb.
Yip, yip, yippee! O my! O my!
Goin’ back to the prairie, for the only sound that’ll
Make me happy again is the rattlesnake’s rattle
As he sidewinds along; a-chasin’ of the cattle.
O my!
Yip, yip!
O my!
When the sun is gone,
(Ooly ooly hey!)
When the shadows fall,
When across the lawn
(Ooly ooly hey!)
Bugs begin to crawl.
By your window, sweet,
(La di doodle day!)
Then I strike my lute.
I look pretty neat,
(La di doodle day!)
Wearing my best suit.
So I tell my love
(Ho di wowly wow!)
Underneath the moon,
Cooing like a dove,
(Ho di wowly wow!)
Slightly out of tune.
O, be mine! Be mine!
(Bungle o li bang!)
Tell me I’m desired;
Give me but a sign;
(Bungle o li bang!)
I am very tired.
It is very late.
(Hi de heedle ho!)
Show me that you care
Do not make me wait:
(Hi de heedle ho!)
Throw me out a chair.
Ah, she sleeps, alas!
(Ooly ooly hey!)
Does not hear my song.
Dew is on the grass;
(Ooly ooly hey!)
Better get along.
Silent is the lute;
(Ho di wowly wow!)
Vain my tuneful pleas.
She don’t give a hoot.
(Ho di wowly wow!)
I am going to sneeze.
