It was in the town of
Jacksbrough in the year
of sixty -three
When a man by the name of
Creagle came a -steppin' up to me
Sayin' how'd you do, young fella,
and how'd you like to go
And spend the summer pleasant
on the plains of the
Buffalo
Well, I'd been out of work right then
to the drover I did say
Goin' out on the
Buffalo
Road depends upon your pay
But if you pay good wages,
transportation to and fro
I think I might go with you
to the plains of the
Buffalo
Oh yes, I pay good wages
and transportation too
If you'll agree to work for me un
til the season's through
But if you get dissatisfied an
d head back for your home
Most likely you will starve to death
on the plains of the
Buffalo
With all this flattering talking you
sign up quite the train
When
Navy
Six and
Needle
Gun
Seven able -bodied men
Our weight was a pleasant
one as we hit the
Westwood
Road
And all across old
Boggart
Creek into
New
Mexico
There our pleasures ended
and our troubles all began
The hardships of those
summer months
would break the strongest man
While skinning the herd of buffalo,
our lives
that it was so low, with outlaws watching
to pick us off in the hills of
Mexico.
By the working season ended, and
Crego he did say,
You all have drunk too much,
they don't owe you no more pay
But the cowboys never had heard,
such a thing as a bankrupt law
So he left that drover's bones to bleach,
on the plains of the
Buffalo
you