To rope a steer by head or heal
Ain't really that tough
An' Snarin' calves ain't no big deal
If you've done it long enough;
But there's a loop the cowboys know
That I can't understand-
That cayuse-snaggin' noose they thro
That's called the Hoolihan
It's a quiet an' a gentle loop
That's thrown from way down low;
No whirlin' swing or screamin' whoop
Accompanies this throw
It's like Poetry in motion
A thing of beauty as it flies
But I can't find combination
Regardless how I try
Now, I throw a loop with my left hand;
An' practice though I might
When friends show me the Hoolihan
They throw it with their right
They demonstrate artistic line-
It's simple, smooth, an' neat-
Then I'll try, an' soon my twine
Is piled up at my feet
I've practiced 'till my arm is sore
But that throw's beyond my scope
The dogs don't even run no more
When they see with my rope
To make a hand's my fondest dream
But if I may be candid.
That Hoolihan ain't in my scheme-
It can't be thrown left-handed.
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