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Saddle Boy
TROUGH THE GREY FROSTY DAWN, EVERY COLD WINTER'S MORN,
ROLLED THIS LAD FULL OF LIFE AND JOY.
EVERYDAY JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE ROAD WHERE HE CAME,
HE WAS KNOWN AS THEIR OWN SADDLE BOY.
IN HIS YOUTH FREE FROM STRIFE, HE WAS CALLED FROM THIS LIFE,
FROM THE SORROWS OF LIFE'S HIGHWAY.
HE WAS NEEDED ABOVE AT THE HOMESTEAD OF LOVE,
FOR THE LAST FINAL ROUND OF SOME DAY.
NOW THE SAD WILLOWS WAVE ON A COLD SILENT GRAVE,
WHERE THE TALL GRASSES BEND AND BOW.
AND THE JACKASS'S LAUGH IS THE ONLY EPITAPH,
ON THE GRAVE OF THIS BRAVE SADDLE BOY.
AT THE SCHOOL HOUSE ON THE RISE, TEACHER ALWAYS WATCHED THE SKIES,
FOR THE STORM CLOUD THAT GROWS LIKE THORN,
YOU'VE A LONG WAY HE SAID, SO YOU'D BETTER GO AHEAD,
SADDLE UP SADDLE BOY RIDE FOR HOME.
HE HAD TEN MILES TO RIDE, THROUGH THE DARK COUNTRYSIDE,
AS THE STORM ALL AROUND RAGED ON.
JUST ONE CREEK LEFT TO CROSS, STRUCK BY DRIFTWOOD BOY & HORSE,
SWEPT AWAY BY THAT MAD RAGING STORM.
AND THE LIGHTNING OVERHEAD, SHOWED THE LAST SANDY BED,
WHERE THE BOY AND THE PONY LAY.
AN OLD BOUNDARY RIDER TROY, WAS THE ONE WHO FOUND THE BOY,
AND WHO TOOK SADLY MESSAGE THE NEXT DAY.
AND THE OLD PEOPLE SAY, OF THE LONG NIGHTS IN MAY,
WHEN THE WIND IN THE VALLEY ROAMS,
POUNDING HOOF BEATS THAT SOUND, THROUGH THE TALL TIMBER LAND, IS THEIR OWN
SADDLE BOY RIDING HOME.
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SADDLE BOY RIDING HOME.
POUNDING HOOF BEATS THAT SOUND, THROUGH THE TALL TIMBER LAND, IS THEIR OWN
WHEN THE WIND IN THE VALLEY ROAMS,
AND THE OLD PEOPLE SAY, OF THE LONG NIGHTS IN MAY,
AND WHO TOOK SADLY MESSAGE THE NEXT DAY.
AN OLD BOUNDARY RIDER TROY, WAS THE ONE WHO FOUND THE BOY,
WHERE THE BOY AND THE PONY LAY.
AND THE LIGHTNING OVERHEAD, SHOWED THE LAST SANDY BED,
SWEPT AWAY BY THAT MAD RAGING STORM.
JUST ONE CREEK LEFT TO CROSS, STRUCK BY DRIFTWOOD BOY & HORSE,
AS THE STORM ALL AROUND RAGED ON.
HE HAD TEN MILES TO RIDE, THROUGH THE DARK COUNTRYSIDE,
SADDLE UP SADDLE BOY RIDE FOR HOME.
YOU'VE A LONG WAY HE SAID, SO YOU'D BETTER GO AHEAD,
FOR THE STORM CLOUD THAT GROWS LIKE THORN,
AT THE SCHOOL HOUSE ON THE RISE, TEACHER ALWAYS WATCHED THE SKIES,
ON THE GRAVE OF THIS BRAVE SADDLE BOY.
AND THE JACKASS'S LAUGH IS THE ONLY EPITAPH,
WHERE THE TALL GRASSES BEND AND BOW.
NOW THE SAD WILLOWS WAVE ON A COLD SILENT GRAVE,
FOR THE LAST FINAL ROUND OF SOME DAY.
HE WAS NEEDED ABOVE AT THE HOMESTEAD OF LOVE,
FROM THE SORROWS OF LIFE'S HIGHWAY.
IN HIS YOUTH FREE FROM STRIFE, HE WAS CALLED FROM THIS LIFE,
HE WAS KNOWN AS THEIR OWN SADDLE BOY.
EVERYDAY JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE ROAD WHERE HE CAME,
ROLLED THIS LAD FULL OF LIFE AND JOY.
TROUGH THE GREY FROSTY DAWN, EVERY COLD WINTER'S MORN,
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