Ay, Parson Pete was talking; we called him
Parson Pete,
For you must learn he'd a talking turn, and
handled things so neat;
He'd a preaching style, and a winning smile, and,
when all talk was spent,
Six shooter had he, and a sharp bowie, to p'int
his argyment.
Some one had spoke of the Injin folk, and we
had a guess, you bet,