Far, far away from a Texas cowboy band,
Lone cowboy strayed thro’ the distant Egypt land.
There met a maid and to win her heart and hand;
He wooed her by the silv’ry Nile.
Said, “I ain’t seen no Rancho Rose that’s one, two, three with you,
And if you’ll only marry me, I tell you what I’ll do,
I’ll take you back to Texas, and I’ll build a home for two,
And keep you there in good old Western style,”
He drew his dark-eyed lady near,
And softly whispered in her ear:
“Sahara, Sahara, No Queen is fairer,
I’ll never care for another girl but you;
Just say you’ll travel And we’ll hit the gravel,”
Back to the land of the Red, White, and Blue.[“]
“Here in this land I’m a Princess,” answered she,
“There with your band, just a cowboy’s wife I’d be,”
“Give me your hand and I’ll make you Queen,” said he;
“With you, life will be all serene.
Along the Texas prairie where you hear the rattlers sing,
It makes no diff’rence what I do, they stand for anything,
I own the land for miles around, I’m called the cattle king,
If you go there you bet you’ll be my Queen.”
With kisses fond, the maid replied,
As once again the cowboy cried: