Way out in North Nevada, where the Trukee's waters flow

Where the cattle are "a-browzin'' and the Spanish ponies grow

Where the Norther comes whistlin' from beyond the Neutral strip

And the prairie dogs are sneezin' as if they had "the Grip"

Where the coyotes come a-howlin' round the ranches after dark

And the blue-birds are singin' to the lovely "medder lark"

Where the big horns are grazin' and the lonely plovers call

It was there that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball"

The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles

The ladies "kinder scatterin'" had gathered in for miles

The room was togged out gorgeous with mistletoe and shawls

And candles flickered frescoes around the airy walls

The "wimmin folks" looked lovely, the boys looked kinder treed

Till their leader commenced yellin': "Hey, fellers, let's stampede"

The music started sighin' and a-wailin' through the hall

As a kind of introduction to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball"

The leader was a fellow that came from Swenson's Ranch

They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Dead-man's Branch"

His rig was "kinder keerless," big spurs and high-heeled boots

He had the reputation that comes when "fellers shoots"

His voice was like the bugle upon the mountain's height

His feet were animated, an' a mighty movin' sight

When he commenced to holler, "Neow, fellers, stake yer pen!

Lock horns to all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men

Saloot yer lovely critters; neow swing an' let 'em go

Climb the grape vine round 'em, all hands do-ce-do!

And Mavericks, jine the round-up, jest skip her waterfall"

Huh! hit wuz gittin' happy, "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball!"

Don't tell me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sir 'ee!

That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with me

I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill

Give me a fronteer breakdown, backed up by Wild Bill

McAllister ain't nowhere! when Windy leads the show

I've seen 'em both in harness, an' so I sorter know

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget yer, and I'll oftentimes recall

That lively-gaited sworray, "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball"

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget yer, and I'll oftentimes recall

That lively-gaited sworray, "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball"