Cure for a Hard Day on the Trail
It was a hard day for sure and for certain
those cows were scattered in every direction.
No words were spoken as they came into camp
and ‘ol Coussie could see they needed a lift,
there are times for jokin’ and prodin’ but this wasn’t it.
Somethin’ warm and sweet was in order this night
For the weariness? Arbuckles’ surely would fight.
After a while it could be seen that their spirits might be on the mend
but a sad cowboy tune from the camp did descend
“So sweetheart, my dear sweetheart, for sure dear I can’t get along
I left my dear old father, my country and home
I left my dear old mother, to weep and to mourn
Go to be a roving cowboy, and with the cattle to roam”
Well, ‘ol Coussie, still seeing the outfit in need
a cobbler as medicine might do the trick indeed.
Dried peaches he soaked for a filling to start
some sugar and cinnamon, nutmeg and cornstarch
baked in a black pot for just a short while
10 minutes it took, Coussie started to smile.
A topping prepared with experienced flare
flour, baking powder, salt and sugar with care
bacon grease from the morn meal
barrel water slightly mixed, but done so with zeal.
Over peaches dropped in by spoonfuls they went
more sugar and cinnamon for sweetness intent.
Thirty minutes it took over a moderate heat
an aroma all noticed, it was nearly complete
Golden brown it was spooned
new music by many began to be crooned.
“Oh, it’s bacon and beans most every day,
I’d as soon be a-eatin’ prairie hay.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea, Come a ti yi yippee yippee yea”.
No offense was taken to the words that were hurled
’cause he knew they were in jest
the cowpokes bad mood healed by Coussie’s very best.
So the morale you see when you’re drivin’ a crew
they may get sullen and sing dreary verse
but a pot full of good grub proves to be the best nurse.