Classic Poem

Come listen to my ditty
'Twill not detain you long
'Tis about one Baldy Green
And I'll tell you in my song.
For he could swing a whip so lightly
That he was sure to shine
He was a way-up six horse driver
On Ben Holladay's stage line.

As Baldy came driving into town
As lively as a coon,
Six men jumped into the middle of the road,
By the pale light of the moon.
The one he caught his leaders
Another his gun he cocks
Says he, " Baldy we're sorry to trouble you
But hand us down that box. "

O those leaders they knew Baldy,
And Baldy he knew them.
He whistled to them lightly
And they were off again.
The swing team and the wheelers
Were also full of pride.
They kicked the robbers from them, —
'Twas Baldy Green's last ride.

As the stage coach started down the road,
Those robbers they were mean.
They unlimbered their six shooters
Shot gallant Baldy Green.
When they took Baldy from the seat
With his last breath he told,
" The road agents they've got Baldy,
But Baldy saved the gold. "