_But up above, you can sleep outdoors— Feed you like a king; You never have to saw no wood, Only job is sing._ The tones came mellower, as unevenly The tramp limped off trailing the hobo song: _Good-bye, farewell to Omaha, K. C., and Denver, too; Put my foot on the flying freight, Going to ride her through._ Bindlestiff topped a hillock, against the sky Showed stick and bundle with his extra shoes Jauntily dangling. Bird to bird once more Made low sweet answer; in the wild rose cups The bee found yellow meal; all softly moved The white and purple morning-glory bells As on the gently rustling hedgetop leaves The sun’s face rested. Bindlestiff was gone. _Oh, the lives of men, lives of men, In pattern-molds be run; But there’s you, and me, and Bindlestiff— And remember Mary’s Son._ SWEETGRASS RANGE Come sell your pony, cowboy— Sell your pony to me; Braided bridle and your puncher saddle, And spend your money free. “If I should sell my pony, And ride the range no more, Nail up my hat and my silver spurs Above my shanty door; “And let my door stand open wide To the snow and the rain and sun; And bury me under the green sweetgrass Where you hear the river run.” As I came down the sweetgrass range And by the cabin door, I heard a singing in the early dusk Along the river shore; I heard a singing to the early stars, And the tune of a pony’s feet. The joy of the riding singer I never shall forget. _T. A. Daly_ Thomas Augustine Daly was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, May 28, 1871. He attended Villanova College and Fordham University (1889), leaving there at the end of his sophomore year to become a newspaper man. Since 1891 he has been on the staff of various Philadelphia journals, writing reviews, editorials, travel-notes and, most of all, running the columns in which his much-quoted verse originally appeared. _Canzoni_ (1906) and _Carmina_ (1909) contain the best known of Daly’s varied dialect verse. Although he has written in half a dozen different idioms including “straight” English (_vide Songs of Wedlock_, 1916), his half-humorous, half-pathetic interpretations of the Irish and Italian immigrants are his _forte_.