The Bozeman weekly chronicle., 1888-03-21

Penn-Yan Bill.

Ill EdlluS cll htnllChN, NIltIt lHC BlilS5
is very blue.
Where the liquor is the smoothest and
the girls are fair and true,
Where the crop Of he-gawd gentlemen is
full of heart and sand,
And the stock of four-time winners is the
finest in the land,
Where the democratic party in bourbon
hardihood,
For more than half century unterrified
has stood.
Where nod the black eyed Susans to the
prattle of the rill-
There-therA befell the wooing of PENN
Yam Bill.
Down yonder in the cottage that is nest.
ling in the shade
OF the walnut trees that seem to love
that quite little glade
Abides a pretty maiden of the bonny
name OF Sue
As pretty as the black. eyed fow'rs and
quite as modest, too;
And lovers came there by til, scure, Of
every age and kind,
But not one (the story GOES was quite
to Susip's mind,
Tht ir sighs, their protestations, and their
pleadings made her i'll =
Till all at once upon the scene hove
Penn-Yan Bill
III.
He came from old Montana and he r,de
broncho mare,
He had rather how'y'do and rough
and-tumble air;
His trousers were of buckskin and his
coat of furry stuff
His hat was drab Of color and its brim
was wide enough;
Upon each leg stalwart boot reached
inst above the knee,
And in the belt about the waist his
weapons carried he;
A rather strapping lover for our little
Susie-still,
She was his and he was hers, was Penn
Yam Bill.
".
We wonder that the ivy seeks out the
oaken tree,
And twines her tendrills round him,
though SCARED and gnarled be he
We wonder that gentle girl, unused to
worldly cares,
Should choose man whose life has been
constant scrap with bears
All, tits the nature ofthe vine, and ofthe
maiden, too
So when the bold Montana boy came
from his lair to WOO,
The fair Kentucky blossom felt all her
heartstrings thrill
Responsive to the purring of Penn-Ian
Bill.
V.
He told of his cabin in the mountains
far away,
OF the catamount that howls by night
| the wolf that yawps by day;
He told her of the grizzly with the auto
| matte jaw,
He told her of the Iniun who devours
| his victims raw
| OF the iayhuwk with his tawdrv crest
and whiskers in his throat,
Of the great gosh awful sarpent and the
| Rocky mountain goat,
A book as big as Shakspere's or rs Web
ster's you could fill
With the yarns that emanated from
| Penn-Yan Bill!
vi.
Lo. as these mighty prodigies the wester
ner relates,
Her pretty mouth falls wide agape-hel
| eyes get Dig aS plates
And when he speaks of varmints that ir
the Rockies grow
She shudders and she clings to him ant
timidly cries "Oh~
And then says he; Dear Susie, I'll tel
you what to do
! You be my wife, and none OF these 'er
things dare poster you"
And she? She answers, clinglng clos
o-J trop, Mi nu vat 7 will ~
And then he gives her one big Duss, doe
Penn.Yan Bill.
VII.
Ayaunt, ye poet lovers, with your wishy
washy lays!
Ayaunt, We solemn pedants, with you
musty, bookish ways!
Ayaunt, We smirking dandies who a
your etiquette,
Upon the gold your fathers worked S
long and hard to get -,
How empty is your nothingness besit
the sturdy tales
!, Which mountaineers delight to tell
: border hills and vales-.
Ofsnaix that crawl, of beasts that VOW
of birds that flap and thrill
d In the wild egregious altitude of Penl
Il Yam Bill.
v VIII.
d Why, over all those mountain peaks h
a, honest feet have trod-
So high above the rest OF lis he SCENT
to walk with God;
= He's breathed the breath of heeven, as
Il floated, pure and free,
From the everlasting snowcaps to Il
mighty western sea.
"There is great Jehovah, and His bi
ing place in here !"
These-these the solemn voices and the
the sights that thrill -.
In the far-away Montana of Penn
Bill.
OF course she had to love him, for it v
her nature to-;
And she'll wed him in the summer, if
we hear be true,
"a The blue grass will be waving in Il
Il cool Kentucky glade
Where the black. eyed Susans cluster
the pleasant walnut shade
Where the doves make mournful mu
and the locust trills song