Black Bart Po-8

A flame flickers faintly
On the trail fire tonight
A coyote call carries
A chill until the light
At dawns day depart
To rob the Fargo stage
As bad boy Black Bart
I will never be afraid
Boles bandit breaks
The rules that you hold
With flour sack and stick
I will take all your gold.

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