And started for the hunting-grounds on horseback thro’ the skies;
Or as if they had the notion, but recalled it there and then,
For they speedily descended as four non-existent men.
John Lyons, late of Tombstone, just down behind his rock,
Escaped the influential effect of such a shock,
And examinin’ the prospect, he very plainly sees
He has worked the blast quite perfect—likewise slammed his enemies.
When narratin’ the adventure which I’ve chanted in my song,
If he terms them “blasted Injuns” no one calls his language strong—
For their hopes were surely blasted which they fondly reckoned on,