Lonesome George

Largest Buffalo in the World (1917) from Oklahoma Publishing Company Photography Collection

Mosey on, old boy, mosey on.

No time to count the miles gone.

The prairie has a place for you

That smells like sage and morning dew

So kick dust for the herd you knew

And get right to mosey on through.

The West wind is singing your name,

Telling your story, spreading your fame

Back when you rode on the greener side.

The ridge over next might hurt your pride

Though not a fly will touch your hide.

Mosey on down with the big red guide.

The grass will swallow your path

As you bend a knee for one last bath.

May the rain turn you to clay.

May it wash your sins away.

May the badlands weep for its stray

And treat you in the Indian way.

Mosey on, old boy.

Mosey on home.

Dedication: To Stanley Thompson