Young Lochinvar came in from the West, br With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest; br The width of his hat-brim could nowhere be beat, br His No. br br brogans were chuck full of feet, br His girdle was horrent with pistols and things, br And he flourished a handful of aces on kings. br The fair Mariana sate watching a star, br When who should turn up but the young Lochinvar! br Her pulchritude gave him a pectoral glow, br And he reined up his hoss with stentorian "Whoa!" br Then turned on the maiden a rapturous grin, br And modestly asked if he might n't step in. br With presence of mind that was marvellous quite, br The fair Mariana replied that he might; br So in through the portal rode young Lochinvar, br Pre-empted the claim, and cleaned out the bar. br Though the justice allowed he wa'n't wholly to blame, br He taxed him ten dollars and costs, just the same.