Out West, they say, a man's a man; the legend still persists
That he is handy with a gun and careless with his fists.
The fact is, though, you may not hear a stronger word than “Gosh!”
From Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, to Walla Walla, Wash.

In western towns 'tis many years since it was last the rage
For men to earn their daily bread by holding up the stage,
Yet story writers still ascribe such wild and woolly bosh
To Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, and Walla Walla, Wash.

The gents who roam the West today are manicured and meek,
They shave their features daily and they bathe three times a week.
They tote the tame umbrella and they wear the mild galosh
From Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, to Walla Walla, Wash.

But though the West has frowned upon its old nefarious games,
It still embellishes the map with sweet, melodious names,
Which grow in lush profusion like the apple and the squash
From Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, to Walla Walla, Wash.