Billy MaGee

I once knew a man
named Billy MaGee.
A fine looking lad
and as short as could be.

He hadn't a child
or a wife or a home,
for all of his life
he did nothing but roam.

He'd been as far north
as constitution could stand,
he'd gone far down south
got warm and got tanned.

He'd gone to the east
he'd gone to the west
there wasn't a place
that was left on his quest.

So he sat still
and started in thinkin'
that all of the people
he'd seen had been linkin',

their nose to their heads
in a strang sort of fashion
on top of their faces,
he called it "eye lashin."