Might 's well have Jules Allens' version of the James Grafton Rogers classic here.

Lyr. Add: ALONG SIDE THE SANTA FE TRAIL

Say pard have you *sited a schooner
Long side of the Santa Fe trail?
They made it here Monday or sooner
They had a water keg tied on the tail.
There was daddy and ma on the mule seat;
and somewhere along the way
was a tow headed gal on a Pinto
just a janglin for old Santa Fe.

Yo-ho, ho, oh, oh,
just a janglin for old Santa Fe.

I seen her ride down the Arroya
Way back on the Arkansas sands;
She had a smile like an acre of Sunflowers
And a quirt in her little brown hand.
She mounted her Pinto so airy,
She rode like she carried the mail,
And her eyes ne'er set fire to the prairie
Long side of the Santa Fe trail.
Yoho-ho, oh, oh long side of the Santa Fe trail.

I know a gal down on the border
That I'd ride to El Paso to site.
I'm acquainted with the high-flyin' orders
And I some times kiss some gals good-night.
But lord they're all fluffles and beaden
And drink afternoon tea by the pail,
I'm not used to that sort of stampedin',
Long side of the Santa Fe trail.

Now I don't know her name on the prairie,
For when you're huntin' one gal it's some wide.
And it's shorter from hell to Helarie
Then it is on that Santa Fe ride.
So I'll try to make Plumbers, by sundown
Where a camp can be made in the swale,
Then I'll come on that gal with her Pinto
She'll be camped by the Santa Fe trail.
Yoho-ho, oh, oh she'll be camped by the Santa Fe trail.

Jules Verne Allen, "Cowboy Lore, pp. 138-140, with music. *Spelling and punctuation preserved.
The Naylor Company, San Antonio, Texas, 1935 (Copy from the library of the Lazy Bar I-C Ranch, Pecos County, Texas).