Young Lochinvar came in from the West,
 With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest; 
 The width of his hat-brim could nowhere be beat, 
 His No. 

brogans were chuck full of feet, 
 His girdle was horrent with pistols and things, 
 And he flourished a handful of aces on kings. 
 The fair Mariana sate watching a star, 
 When who should turn up but the young Lochinvar! 
 Her pulchritude gave him a pectoral glow, 
 And he reined up his hoss with stentorian "Whoa!" 
 Then turned on the maiden a rapturous grin, 
 And modestly asked if he might n't step in. 
 With presence of mind that was marvellous quite, 
 The fair Mariana replied that he might; 
 So in through the portal rode young Lochinvar, 
 Pre-empted the claim, and cleaned out the bar. 
 Though the justice allowed he wa'n't wholly to blame, 
 He taxed him ten dollars and costs, just the same.