Ned’s got her packed tight
With every pigeon hole layered
Good stuff’s hid out a sight
‘Cept fer aspirin, bayered.
Ned’s the doc and also the cook
Watch fer liniment smellin’ like oil
Don’t lose those recipes in the big book
Some is fer food, but there’s one fer a boil.
He can save you from saddle sore pain
Those first days on the trail
Don’t get no slivers nor thistles twain
‘Cause Ned’ll pull ’em ’til yer pale.
The first morning’s flapjacks
Fragrant with cinnamon
Syrup coatin’ their backs
Sure you can eat a ton.
You’re first to gather lunch wood
As Ned prepares biscuits and elk stew
You’re wantin’ chokecherry jelly if you could
Boy was that meal fit for a king, like you knew.
Ned’s got flour to his eyebrows
You can smell those apple tarts
Wish you had ice cream now
You know better ’cause you got some smarts.
Instead you sneak a second for your watch tonight
Pull out your mouth organ lullaby
And tuck those cows in plenty tight
‘Cause a stampede would yell yer good bye.
Late night boiled coffee with yer saved treat
Shortens your time on watch
But Ned’s always on his feet
Instead of restin’ in his sleepin’ notch.