Where the Rio Grande is flowing, By El Paso near Fort Bliss, There's a little girl worth knowin', And she's a'savin' me a kiss. Oh, I met her once a'walking, With red corals in her hair; Where the greasers sit a'talking, In the little public square. There's real food there; white women; Most things a man could want; And a pool to go in swimmin' And a Chinese restaurant; Where, across the hot Chop Suey; If you give the Chink a wink, He'll produce a little teapot, Full of something good to drink. Oh, I'm tired of Cactus whiskey, That they stop the trucks to sell; For one bottle's mighty risky, And two starts a man for hell. And the first time that I'm able, When they hand me my discharge, Watch me lean across the table, And say: "Bo, give me a drink of 'large.'" So good-bye, Adobe ladies; My regards to Uncle Sam; Let old Pancho go to Hades; Adios to Col. Dublan! They can't bind me with a lasso, Once this little Doughboy's free; There's a girl right in El Paso, That I'm bound he's going to see. For she's waitin', my Anita; In the Plaza, in the Square; Where the little fenced-in fountain Throws its water in the air; Where the old pet alligator stays, And winks his knowin' eye, And says, "Patience, Senorita," He'll be with you by an' by. OLD BALDY The "Black Eagle" said, "I think it but fair, That I should be ruler of both land and air, And have all the other birds under my reign. How great I shall be over such a domain." The others protested, saying, "This you can't do; We'll never submit to a swell-head like you. Before we'll come under your despotic rod, We'll fight to the very last drop of our blood." But the "Black Eagle" answered: "I'll have what I wish; I'll pay you for suckers, and catch a big fish; I'll clip your wings off with a big pair of shears That I have been grinding, the last forty years. "I'll hook my big talons right into your breast, And get a wild 'Turkey' to help do the rest. We'll pluck that fine plumage all off from your back; And you'll find desolation the brand of my track." And so the fight started. It waxed fierce and long; And proved the "Black Eagle" unusually strong. With three years of fighting, he still was intact, And seemed to be victor--in fight and in fact. But at this very moment of luck for the "Black," A venerable eagle flew into his track. He was gray, he was bald, he was ancient as well; And just where he came from, there's no use to tell. This "Bald-headed Eagle" was hailed with delight, When the other birds saw he was going to fight; But when they beheld the tactics employed, By "Baldy the Great One," they were overjoyed. For he hooked his curved bill in the top of the head Of "Old Blackey the Terror," then quietly said: "Just watch my talons clip up to his throat. With one still free, I will pick this old bloat."