The Bunco Man

Look out you choppers of the wood,

     You hoer of the corn;

Look out you Yankee farmer shrewd,

     The Bunco man has gone.

Now take your gun into the fields,

     And mind what you’re about;

The Bunco man will catch you if

     You don’t watch out.

Shoot any stranger comes in sight,

     And from the highways flee;

Lock up your bureau day and night,

     And throw away the key.

Just keep your bank account intact,

     Or up ‘twill go the spout;

The Bunco man will catch you if

     You don’t watch out.

Nov. 7, 1899

Pub. in B. Post