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poem: Billy The Kid

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BILLY THE KID


They called him an outlaw

in the Lincoln County War

hated all the things he did

A price set on his head,

to be paid alive or dead,

for the blood of Billy the Kid.


  Tunstall died without warning,

and Billy vowed that morning,

that justice would be done.

But the Mew Mexico court,

had already been bought,

So Billy grabbed his gun.


He led his boys to Lincoln

 and then, without blinkin',

waited for time to expire;

They saw Sheriff Brady,

a lawman cold and shady,

and they opened fire.


Billy put away his gun,

proud of what he'd done,

 remaining on the loose.

But the Santa Fe Ring

was determined to bring

the Kid to the calaboose.


Gov. Wallace told the Kid

he'd forget what he did

if Billy told everything he knew;

So The Kid surrendered


as Wallace intended

 a pardon never came through.


A bold break was made

for had Billy stayed

the gallows surely loomed;

but the die was cast

they all knew at last

 Billy the Kid was doomed.


Now the gunfire rings

at old Stinking Springs

Pat Garrett made his play;

When bullets ran out

there was little doubt

it was not Billy's day.



A tiny jail with no cell

sadistic Ollinger and Mr. Bell

guarded Billy the Kid

Bonney went for relief

and it ended in grief

for a pistol had been hid.


Billy ran wild and free

but it wasn't to be

for he had lived by the gun

Pat Garrett had learned

by The Kid he'd been burned

this time he'd get it done!


Sitting in the gloom

of Pete Maxwell's room,

The Kid had been found

Billy asked "Who?"

but before he knew

Garrett shot him down.


Fort Sumner's still there

in the hot, summer air,

the place the outlaw hid

Boot Hill lies ghostly still

but no bullet could kill

the legend of Billy the Kid.










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