At Cheyenne

 Young Lochinvar came in from the West,
With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest; 
The width of his hat-brim could nowhere be beat, 
His No. 

brogans were chuck full of feet, 
His girdle was horrent with pistols and things, 
And he flourished a handful of aces on kings. 
The fair Mariana sate watching a star, 
When who should turn up but the young Lochinvar! 
Her pulchritude gave him a pectoral glow, 
And he reined up his hoss with stentorian "Whoa!" 
Then turned on the maiden a rapturous grin, 
And modestly asked if he might n't step in. 
With presence of mind that was marvellous quite, 
The fair Mariana replied that he might; 
So in through the portal rode young Lochinvar, 
Pre-empted the claim, and cleaned out the bar. 
Though the justice allowed he wa'n't wholly to blame, 
He taxed him ten dollars and costs, just the same.

Form: Ballad

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