Set My Horses Free

When at last my mortal work is done,
And my days have dwindled down to one,
Hang my saddle on the Bunkhouse wall,
Mark well the day of this wrangler's fall,
Place my Silver Spurs upon my chest,
Lower me down in my grave to rest,
Then while they pray some words over me,
Go out and set all my horses free.
By George Mudge