Historical Folk Lyrics
"A Fragment 2"

I am fur from my sweetheart
And she is fur from me,
And when I'll see my sweetheart
I can't tell when 'twill be.

But I love her just the same,
No matter where I roam;
And that there girl will wait fur me
Whenever I come home.

I've roamed the Texas prairies,
I've followed the cattle trail,
I've rid a pitching pony
'Til the hair came off his tail.

I've been to cowboy dances,
I've kissed the Texas girls,
But they ain't none what can compare
With my own sweetheart's curls.