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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
The Line Fence
By Edwin Ford Piper
IT was boots and spurs and hat and gun
  In a hole by a willow tree;
And that is how we planted him
  Where the line fence ought to be.
Bill left his gun with the town marshal,        5
  An’ I at the livery;
An’ I only had two jolts of gin
  An’ a little rye in me
When up comes this Hyannis Hal,
  An’ he wouldn’t drink with me.        10
He snorted some an’ cavorted some,
  He slobbered, an’ wagged his chin;
An’ he swore that he would wade in the gore
  Of us an’ all our kin!
“Roll up your pants, Hyannis,        15
  An’ come a-steppin’ in!”
I got my gun from the livery,
  An’ Bill at the town marshal,
An’ we was joggin’ pleasantly
  Along the Wolf Creek trail;        20
An’ at Warbonnet Springs rides out
  This same Hyannis Hal.
Says I, “You missed the section line;
  She’s on my land five rod!”
“I put her there, an’ there she stays,        25
  If I got to wade in blood!
“I’ll wade in blood to my belt gets red,
  I’ll wade in blood to my chin!”
I answered back like a feller does
  On a couple of jolts of gin.        30
It seemed like there was too much talk;
  So the doin’s, they begin.
It was boots and spurs and hat and gun
  In a hole by a willow tree;
And that was how we planted him        35
  Where the line fence ought to be.

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