The wild boar roams thru the back chaparral,
'Tis a hell of a place that he picked for a hell.

O'REILLY'S GONE TO HELL

O'Reilly was a soldier man, the pride of Battery "B."
In all the blooming regiment no better man than he;
The ranking duty Non Com., he knew his business well,
But since he's tumbled down the pole, O'Reilly's gone to Hell.

Chorus:

O'Reilly's gone to Hell, since down the pole he fell.
They drank up all the bug juice the whiskey man would sell.
They ran him in the mill. They've got him in there still.
His bob tail's coming back by mail, O'Reilly's gone to Hell.

2.

O'Reilly hit the bottle after six years up the pole,
He blew himself at Casey's place and then went in the hole,
He drank with all the rookies and saved his face as well.
The whole outfit is on the bum, O'Reilly's gone to Hell.

Chorus:

3.

O'Reilly swiped a blanket and shoved it up I hear;
He shoved it for a dollar and invested that in beer,
He licked a coffee cooler because he said he'd tell,
He's ten days absent without leave, O'Reilly's gone to Hell.

Chorus:

4.

They'll try him by Court Martial, he'll never get a chance
To tell them how his mother died or some such song and dance.
He'll soon be in Company "Q" a-sleeping in a cell
A big red "P" stamped on his back, O'Reilly's gone to Hell.

ON THE "BORDER"

This is the Land
That God forgot.
Arizona.
This is the land
That the Devil be-got.
Arizona.
In respects, it's possibly
Better than Hell,
In Naco.
Hot air, mixed
With sulphur smell,
In Naco.
There every acre
Is desert sand,
To take the place
Of the "Brim-stone" Land.
In Hell.
Also, we have the Prickley-pear,
In Naco.
Sage-brush and cacti
That might compare
To pitch-forks.
But should you ask me
Where I'd dwell--
Naco, or in that place below--
Just three words
From my mouth would flow:
"Me for Hell."
Conditions are settled
Down in Hell;
While on the Border,
You never can tell.
Arizona!
Hell, yes!
No watchful waiting,
No peace at a price,
Like Naco.
The Devil's policy
Is firm and concise,
In Hell.
No friendly raids,
Nor Mexican strife;
Like Naco.
One's die is cast:
To boil for Life,
In Hell.
In case of trouble,
Of any kind,--
The Devil acts
Without c