Cowboy songs, and other frontier ballads

he pretty valley stretched beyond, The mountains towered above, And (p. 142) near its willow banks I heard The cooing of a dove

What could I say? We parted, Mad Jack was growing old; I handed him a bank note And all I had in gold. They rode away at sunrise, I went a mile or two, And parting says, "We will meet again; May God watch over you."