The Rhyme of the Old Pioneer
You're old and you're dirty, I know.
You've laid in the mud and the snow.
Were you ever so old,
And whatever the cold,
Your dirt had a treasure below.
When grub and the water was low,
You'd ever your faithfulness show.
And you'd never complain,
When again and again
The blizzards would over us blow.
We've travelled together, I've said;
You've followed wherever I've led.
And you never have failed,
On the path we have trailed,
My dirty old comf'table bed.