by W. C. Tuttle Author of “Local Option in Loco Land,” “Pariahs of Piperock,” etc.
“Oh, I am a pirate bold, My ocean a desert of sand, My ship is a jackass gray. I cruise all over the land; My flag is an old black hat, With bullet holes galore. I’ve trod the bridge Of this gol-darned ridge Till my blasted hoofs are sore.”