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Show A Tribute to the J Cattlemen j By CY SMITH, Squaw Springs On the desert of dear old Utah, Miles and miles from Milford town, I sit in my little cabin dugout Where the cattle graze around. In the west I see old Wah Wah, Clear and blue against the sky, And the breeze of faithful Palm trees, And a love that cannot die. Looking westward in the distance I behold the rolling plains, Dotted now and then with cattle, And the gleam of window panes. Windows which no one now looks through, Deserted many years ago It's lonesome down at clear old New-house, New-house, Where they have gone I do not know. Different brands are on the cattle, Wide and free on the open range; Now and then a miner-prospector Makes the cattle range look-strange. look-strange. But the cattlemen are going, Sad it is to tell the tale, Why it is we cannot keep them, Why is it that they must fail ? Fair in all their undertakings, Don't we need them in our land; But the price of cattle has lowered And they are making their last stand. May we take our hats off to them Men of courage, brave and true, They are Utah's finest product, Men who dared to live and do. |