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Pattonio, the Pride of the Plain As you look at the picture that hangs on the wall As you look at the arrow that hangs by its side, You will say, "Tell a story, " you know there is one, " Of a horse called Pattonio." The story's begun. His hair, like a lady's, was glossy and fine, He was reckless and proud but gentle and kind His arched neck was covered with a dark, flowing mane And they called him Pattonio, the pride of the plain. The country was new and the settlers were scarce The Indians on the war path were savage and fierce Though scouts were sent out every day from the fort Yet they never came back so we knew they were lost. One day the captain said, "Fellows, someone must go Across the dark borders of New Mexico." A dozen young fellows straightway answered, "Here!" But the captain spied me, I was standing quite near. Pattonio was near me, his nose in my hand Said the captain, "Your horse is the best in the land, You're good for the ride, you're the lightest man here On the back of that mustang you have nothing to fear." Then, proud of my pony, I answered, "You know Pattonio and I are both willing to go. For speed and endurance I'II trust in my black So they all shook my hand and I mounted his back. Turned down the dark pathway, turned his head to the right The black struck a trot and he kept it all night When far back behind me I heard a shrill yell And I knew that the redskins were right on my trail. I reached down and jingled the bells on Pat's reins, I spoke to Pattonio, I called him by name; Pattonio then answered with a nod of his head And his dark body lengthened and onward we sped. We were leaving the redskins, the storv was plain The arrows fell round us like hail and like rain, Pattonio, he stumbled, I knew he was hurt, But still he dashed onward and into the fort. I delivered the message, then tried to dismount But a pain in my foot was so bad I could not. By good care and patience Pat and I soon were well Of his death many years after I will not try to tell As you look at the arrow that hangs on the wall It went through my foot, saddle, stirrup, and all On many fine horses I've since held the rein But none like Pattonio, the pride of the plain. From Cowboy and Western Songs, Fife and Fife DT #708 Laws B12 RG oct96
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