John Lyons, late of Tombstone, without the least design
To involve himself whatever in any kind of tricks,
Got inside an unprovided and a most unpleasant fix.
John Lyons, late of Tombstone, had but just put in a blast,
When he saw four buck Apaches approximatin’ fast
Upon their headlong horses in a rackaloose career,
And every one preceded by a long projectin’ spear:
He had planted all the powder, and was just atop the shaft,
While the foemen kept a-comin’ like as they was telegrapht.
To run was to be taken, and to stay was to be slew—