Sharlot M. Hall, "Old Range Days and New in Arizona," Out West (March, 1908):


"Get along, get along, little dogie,*
You're going to be a beef-steer by-and-by.
Your mother she was raised way down in Texas,
Where the jimson weed and sand-burrs grow.
Now we'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla,
'Till you're ready for the trail to Idaho. |
Oh! you'll be soup for Uncle Sam’s Injuns;
It’s “Beef, heap beef!” you hear ’em cry;
Get along, get along, little dogie,
For the Injuns they'll eat you by-and-by.
                     
                        --Old Trail-song of the 'Eighties.

"*Pronounced do-gy - a small, stunted yearling - any young animal that is poor and undersized."