Oh, a man there lives on the Western plains,
With a ton of fight and an ounce of brains,
Who herds the cows as he robs the trains And goes by the name of cowboy.
He laughs at death and scoffs at life; He feels unwell unless in some strife,
He fights with a pistol, a rifle, or knife,
This reckless, rollicking cowboy.
excerpt from the song 'Buffalo Gals'
... author unknown
