Earl Alonzo Brininstool (Эрл Алонзо Брининстул)

Passing of the Old West

The West ain't what it used to be before the wire bands
Was stretchin' out on every side and fencin' in the lands;
There ain't the elbow room there was before the nester came
And squatted on the virgin soil to cultivate the same.
It used to be so big and wide, so boundless and so free,
As if a-stretchin' out its arms and sayin' "Come" to me;
And we who had our cattle herds, we let 'em roam at will;
There wasn't any grazin' zone on valley, swale or hill.
The West was boundless; there was room for all and room to spare;
Each cattle man was free to say that he was treated fair.
Before the plow and reaper, why, we simply came and went,
And with our herds a-waxin' fat, the cowman was content.
But now it's changed; they've hemmed us in and told us thus and so;
And they have fixed the boundaries where we may come and go;
We've got to hold our herds in hand, and fight for land to graze
Becuz they ain't a-runnin' things as in the good old days.
The sunset of our day is gittin' dimmer in the skies.
They're forcin' us to leave the lands we won, and which we prize.
It won't be long till Cattle Land is just a memory--
A vision of the old frontier in days that used-to-be.

1. Cattle Land's Farewell
2. Frederic Remington
3. Unrest on the Range
4. The Grub-Pile Call
5. The Bunkhouse Boys

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