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Eugene Field - At Cheyenne
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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.
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