With forty pesos

whistling a merry tune

O'Boyle entered the saloon

For some Irish lemonade

And a bit of fun

He stopped

When he saw the Barman

Brandishing a shot gun

Four Dusty men

Armed and mean

Faced the business end

"Get goin friend!"

The meanest threatened

"Or you'll wind up dead."

O'Boyle smiled

The four saw

O'Boyles hand ready for the draw

"Get going!"

Barman ordered cocking both barrels.

"Let's go boys. His loss having morals."

The meanest order

"We'll sell our property across the boarder."

The four

Backed out the door

Scrambled onto their horses

And galloped away

"Friendly bunch of amegos"

O'Boyle did say

"Nothing but low down comancheros."

Spat the Barman putting shot gun away

"Wanted to sell me two whores a mother and daughter. Took all I got from losing my temper!"

O'Boyle mosey down on a stool.

"This west nothing but cruel"

The barman said

"Yeah did good helping me."

"You earned this bottle of whiskey."

"Just don't tell folks I gave it for free."

O'Boyle smiled

"Your secret is save with me."

Not often the outlaw gets to play the hero

By second glass he spotted the sombrero

Figured left behind by comanchero

Losers weepers he said

And placed cheekily on his head

A strange feeling

Came stealing

As the room started reeling

A vison

Started

Revealing......

Desert