O'er The Mountain

O’er the mountain an’ cross the plain,
Through the wind and pourin’ rain,
A cowboy rides both day and night.
He tries and tries will all his might,
To o’ercome a daunting plight.
He’s drawn his gun an’ fired six,
Only to cause a scene too hard to fix.
The cowboy can try and try,
But the chance will only die,
So all he can do is sit and sigh.
For no matter where the cowboy goes,
He only finds his taunting foes;
Full of anger, gall, and hate,
Always there an’ willing to wait,
To ensure the cowboy’s dooming fate.
So he just saddles his horse,
An’ sets the course.
O’er the mountain an’ cross the plain,
Through the wind and pourin’ rain,
The cowboy rides away, again in vein.