He should have been a gentleman,

And held tightly to a book,

But then his outlaw days began,

And he was branded a murderous crook,

Still he was affable,

And his attempts at being a bandit,

Were laughable,

Still we've all heard,

Only the good die young,

And into death he was suddenly flung,

But he died a gallant death,

And to save Billy and the others,

He used his last breath,

And so kind Doc,

Is now layed to rest,

May he be at peace,

Our dear poet of the West.