Collected & Transcribed
by Mary Celestia Parler
The Trail to Mexico
'Twas in the spring of ninety-three
That A. J. Stinson hired me;
He says, "Young man, I'll have you to go
With this young herd to Mexico."
'Twas in the early part of May
When I gethered my herd and I rode away;
Through sleet and snow, 'twas a lonesome go,
With the herd rolled on to Mexico.
When I arrived in Mexico,
Thought of my gal, but I couldn't go.
I wrote a letter to my precious pearl,
But I got no word from my darlin' girl.
When I went back to my loved old home,
And I called for the one that I called my own,
They said she 'ad married to a richer life,
Therefore, wild cowboy, seek another wife.
Curse your gold and your silver two,
That'll cause a girl to prove untrue;
I'll ramble about where the bullets fly,
And live on the trails until I die.
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