But one time I had to fly For a foolish gamblin' fight, And we said a swift good-bye On that black, unlucky night. When I'd loosed her arms from clingin', With her words the hoofs kept ringin', As I galloped north alone-- "_Adios, mi corazon._" Never seen her since that night; I kaint cross the Line, you know. She was Mex. and I was white; Like as not it's better so. Yet I've always sort of missed her Since that last, wild night I kissed her, Left her heart and lost my own-- "_Adios, mi corazon._" _Charles B. Clark, Jr._ SNAGTOOTH SAL I WAS young and happy and my heart was light and gay, Singin', always singin' through the sunny summer day; Happy as a lizard in the wavin' chaparral, Walkin' down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal. Sal, Sal, My heart is broke today-- Broke in two forever when they laid you in the clay; I would give creation to be walkin' with my gal-- Walkin' down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal. Bury me tomorrow where the lily blossoms spring Underneath the willows where the little robins sing. You will yearn to see me--but ah, nevermore you shall-- Walkin' down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal. Refrain:-- Plant a little stone above the little mound of sod; Write: "Here lies a lovin' an' a busted heart, begod! Nevermore you'll see him walkin' proudly with his gal-- Walkin' down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal." Sal, Sal, My heart is broke today-- Broke in two forever when they laid you in the clay; I would give creation to be walkin' with my gal-- Walkin' down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal. _Lowell O. Reese, In the Saturday Evening Post._ LOVE LYRICS OF A COWBOY IT hain't no use fer me to say There's others with a style an' way That beats hers to a fare-you-well, Fer, on the square, I'm here to tell I jes can't even start to see But what she's perfect as kin be. Fer any fault I finds excuse-- I'll tell you, pard, it hain't no use Fer me to try to raise a hand, When on my heart she's run her brand. The bunk-house ain't the same to me; The bunch jes makes me weary--Gee! I never knew they was so coarse-- I warps my face to try to force A smile at each old gag they spring; Fer I'd heap ruther hear her sing "Sweet Adeline," or softly play The "Dream o' Heaven" that-a-way. Besides this place, most anywhere I'd ruther be--so she was there.