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Prairie songs
THE COYOTEVILLE PEACE MEETING
E held a peace convention in Coyoteville last night, A reg'Iar Haygue Tribunal fer order, law, an' right, Fer we'd about concluded that fightin' come too free An' municipal conditions wasn't all they ought to be.
"Dad" Sykes had been to Denver an' Blake to Omaha, An' they come back a-preachin' of the sights which they had saw, How no one carried weepons an' folks was nice an' mild, An', compared with them there cities, Coyoteville was wild.
In Coyoteville the habit of some gentlemen at nights,
If they felt in pleasant spirits, was to puncture out the lights.
Also, in questions dealin' with a social poker game
They was prone to draw their irons an' argue with the same.
All which, from "Dad" Sykes' view-point, an' likewise Mister
Blake's, Was morally pervertin' an' the biggest of mistakes, Since Coyoteville's best people had begun a-takin' pride In makin' her the model of the cattle-countryside.
Therefore, we held a meetin' in the Frou-Frou Dancin' Hall; "Dad" Sykes he played first fiddle an' Blake was there to call — I mean that Sykes persided an' Billy wrote it down When motions was perpounded on how to run the town.
"Bat" Blarcum broached the idee, supported by a speech,
That the closin' of the thirst-joints was the only thing would
reach, Since liquor bred dissension which only blood could stop As he knew from observation, though he "never touched a drop!"
Then Pierpont Robyn Stebbins arose an' begged to say That the road to civic virtue lay quite another way; To punish weepon toters would be the proper feat — Jest confiscate their weepons an' make 'em clean the street.
But Bobby Earl was doubtful of Pierpont Robyn's plan; He thought that cleaning roadways would humiliate a man. |
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