John Berry came bustling in out of the west,
For sheep or vote rustling the boldest and best;
The mavericks roaming on mountain and plain
Came rush through the gloaming on John Berry’s train.
Like showers of manna on Hebrews of old
Sheep hustlers for Hanna came in on our fold;
As crows in their flight would drop down in the rain
Came hoboes from Whitewood on John Berry’s train.
But northwest Nebraska rose up in her might
And buried those bogus votes deep out of sight;
Let freight rates go higher ‘gainst protest and pain
We pay for the fire in John Berry’s train.