When I Joined Custer I Donned The

The Bigger A Man's Gun The Smaller His Doodlewick.

I Was In Deadwood At The Time And On Hearing Of The Killing Made My Way At Once To The Scene Of The Shooting And Found That My Friend Had Been Killed By Mccall.

I'd Punch That Cocksucker In The Balls Before I'd Cup Him For Comfort.

I Figure If A Girl Wants To Be A Legend, She Should Go Ahead And Be One.

While In El Paso, I Met Mr. Clinton Burk, A Native Of Texas, Who I Married In August 1885.