Old Faro Bill was a man of might...

by Robert Ervin Howard

Old Faro Bill was a man of might
  In the days when the West was young,
He drank a gallon of booze each night—
   The toughest galoot unhung!
Oh, some men shrink at the sight of blood!
   Bill roomed in a cougar's lair
And for tobacco he carried a cud
   Of Mexican prickly pear!
Old Faro came of a wolfish breed,
   When he was a suckling child
He laughed at the marahuana weed
   For he said that is was too mild.
Old Faro he was a buffalo
   When it came to rough-and-tumble,
He laid the toughest battlers low
   With never a miss or fumble.
Some men stammer and halt and pause
   At the sight of lover's moons,
But Faro married a hundred squaws
   And a couple of octaroons.