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.