Young Lochinvar came in from the West, <br /> With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest; <br /> The width of his hat-brim could nowhere be beat, <br /> His No. <br /> <br />brogans were chuck full of feet, <br /> His girdle was horrent with pistols and things, <br /> And he flourished a handful of aces on kings. <br /> The fair Mariana sate watching a star, <br /> When who should turn up but the young Lochinvar! <br /> Her pulchritude gave him a pectoral glow, <br /> And he reined up his hoss with stentorian "Whoa!" <br /> Then turned on the maiden a rapturous grin, <br /> And modestly asked if he might n't step in. <br /> With presence of mind that was marvellous quite, <br /> The fair Mariana replied that he might; <br /> So in through the portal rode young Lochinvar, <br /> Pre-empted the claim, and cleaned out the bar. <br /> Though the justice allowed he wa'n't wholly to blame, <br /> He taxed him ten dollars and costs, just the same.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-cheyenne/
