Last night I met him on the train-- <br />A man with lovely eyes; <br />And he gave me a searching glance <br />Of sweet charm'd surprise! <br />I knew 'twas he the lady meant, <br />Who once my fortune told, <br />By his jet black eyes, his grand moustache, <br />And his buckskin bag of gold. <br /> <br />Yes! (Ha! ha!) Yes! (ha! ha!) his is the man <br />Who does your fortune hold! <br />He has jet black eyes, a grand moustache, <br />And a buckskin bag of gold. <br />Tall! (Ha! ha!) slim! (ha! ha!) quick as a flash! <br />And twenty two years old; <br />He has jet black eyes, his grand moustache, <br />And his buckskin bag of gold. <br /> <br />The dearest man you ever saw <br />How much I love him now! <br />And if I should live a thousand years, <br />No other hears my vow. <br />Like Judas--no, like Jupiter, <br />He look'd so brave and bold, <br />With his jet black eyes, his grand moustache, <br />And his buckskin bag of gold. <br /> <br />Sweet boy bring me the "Morning Call" <br />Perchance I'll find his name; <br />At the "Grand Hotel" he must have stopp'd, <br />I wonder when he came! <br />He must have charm'd those Lumpkin girls, <br />So haughty, proud and cold, <br />By his jet black eyes, his grand mousetache, <br />And his buckskin bag of gold. <br /> <br />How can I seek a name unknown? <br />Oh, tell me where he went! <br />What is this I read! why Papa's bank <br />Is robb'd of ev'ry cent! <br />The thief, it seems, left town last night, <br />Well, well! I'm nicely sold! <br />He had jet black eyes, his grand mousetache, <br />And his buckskin bag of gold.<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-buckskin-bag-of-gold/
