Forgottn Cowboy of the Sandhills Part 1
Sidney Irwin, was his name,
From Texas he did come.
A lad of only fourteen years,
He's just begun to roam.
He joined his brother's cattle drive,
Along the Chisholm Trail
Pushing cattle to the North
To meet the shining rail.
Gently blew the knee deep grasses,
The waters crystal clear,
Though he was just a drover now,
He knew his heart was here.
His Mother back in Texas
Depended on her son.
The youngest of eleven
He's make this land her home.
He brought her to the Sandhills
Where a homestead she did claim
Around the region where the Spade Ranch
Later won it's fame.
The Spade needed a foreman,
Sid tried and got the job.
Though he was young he knew his stuff
And showed them he was boss.
For seven years he bossed these men
A hard and steady job.
He kept an average of sixty-five
Busy all year long.
As years went by Sid met a girl
Mollie was her name.
With sparkling eyes and lilting laugh,
This cowboy's heart she claimed.
He took her home back to the Spade.
This day it was so grand
She became the first white woman
To set foot upon Spade land.
The chickens scattered at the sight
Of skirts blown by the wind
Only the gentleness of her voice
Proved she was their friend.
She knew her work and did the job
Expected of Sid's wife,
And found the time to entertain
The countless dudes that arrived.
Part 2 follows
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