Dan Taylor

Dan Taylor is a rollicking cuss, a frisky son of a gun
He loves to court the maidens, and he savvies how it's done
He savvies how it's done

He used to be a cowboy and they say he wasn't slow
He'd ride the bucking bronco and swing the long lasso
And swing the long lasso

He'd catch a maverick by the head, or heel him on the fly
He could pick up his front ones whenever he chose to try
Whenever he chose to try

He used to ride 'most anything and now he seldom will
Hе says they cut some caper of which hе got his fill
Of which he got his fill

He's done and quit the business, settled down to quiet life
Hunting for some maiden, who'll be his little wife
Who'll be his little wife

One who'll wash and patch his britches and feed the setting hen
Milk old Blue and Brindy, and tend to baby Ben
And tend to baby Ben