TH’ PROSPECTOR & TH’ SALOON GIRL
by Donna Penley
Irish was an ol’ prospector,just th' common kind;
Never was very high-falutin’. Findin’ gold was on his mind!
An’ she was a saloon girl, an’ not th’ fancy sort;
She catered to cowpokes an’ miners -took their money just for sport.‘
When Irish would come into town, he’d go to th’ Golden Bell;
To seek th' attentions of a saloon gal he’d come to know as Nell.
But, Nell she always spurned ‘im. Never treated ‘im real nice;
He’d buy drinks an’ show he liked ‘er, but her face would turn t’ ice!
Th’ other girls who worked there oft heard Nellie say,
That th’ miner known as Irish would never make her day!
She thought him dirty, that he smelled bad - just like his ol’ mule;
He’d never win her affections! He was just a “gold dust” fool.
Then one day Irish come t’ town, a’ wavin’ in his hand -
Gold nuggets big as mule hooves, it was whispered through th’ land!
Then Irish bought a horse an' saddle. But, he kept his mule;
Now, all of a sudden Irish didn’t look like such a fool.
An’ Nellie smiled an’ simpered, tryin’ to win his favor;
A fact that Irish liked a lot. Her smiles he sure did savor!
Ol’ Irish cleaned his act up, took t’ wearin’ nicer clothes;
Even went t’ see th’ barber. Cowhide boots adorned his toes.
An’ Nell, she started workin’ on him, t’ show her better side;
You guessed it, it t’’weren’t long before she was his blushin’ bride.
Then after th' weddin', Irish learned she wanted more and more;
House furnishin’s an’ jewelry. She’d buy out a whole damn store!
Then she told him his manners weren’t good enough t’ suit her taste;
Treated him like a pariah in public, oft put him in his place!
Then, one day, Ol’ Irish told ‘er, “Nell, I’ve had enough!
You’ve grown too fussy for me. Can’t stand all that high-toned stuff!
I’m gonna go an’ get my mule, then we’re out o’ here.
Th’ gold I found has all been spent. You’re on your own, my dear.”
One year later Irish come t’ town. Gold bags loaded down his mule;
An’ Nell, she was servin’ beer an’ smiles - but this time -
IRISH WEREN’T NO FOOL!!!
Donna Penley is a Cowgirl Poet with deep Kansas roots who has been writing cowboy poetry for over twenty five years. She is a real Cowgirl and an ex-barrel racer.
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