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Buckhouse Poems

Ol’ Wilbur

T'was the winter of 71 Virginia City caught fire;
The town went up in flame

I'm here to apologize for Great Grandpa
Cause his mule is the one to blame

I was keeping it to myself
At least till I retire

Truth of the matter it was ol’ Wilbur
The night he caught on fire

See old doc he drank a bit

And liked to sit and chew

Store bought liquor weren’t for him
He liked a stronger brew

Ol Wilbur was in doc's barn one night

To fix what he was ailing
Seems he got into the mash

And sent the barn door sailing

He lit out straight for Virginia City
By now he’s seeing double

He weren't exactly point'n straight

But he never meant no trouble