Pancho Villa's Gold
- Pancho Villa's Gold -Far off in the distance
came a figure riding.
Tall in the saddle was he,
as he cleared the ravine.
Browned by the burning sun,
and hardened by the wind;
Eyes squinting, and hollow;
his teeth shown as he grinned.
He was here to find the gold
that Pancho Villa had hid.
Stepping down from mount
he slowly glanced the ridge.
But before he got a chance
to brace his sturdy frame;
A bullet tore through vest,
and ended this cowboys game.
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