Full o’ whiskey, chock’ a fightin’,
He could punch like fourth proof lightnin’.
Could shoot the tail right off a squealin’ pig .
Fought bargers also flatters,
to him it didn’t matter.
Broadside Ballads often get too big.
Known for his short fuse,
For any actin’ unamused.
Put another feather in his cap.
King of keelboatin’ fame,
Never once pulled up lame.
‘Til the day he left the old Massassap…
The one and only big Mike Fink,
Pushed that river to the brink.
Charging up and down the Ohio.
Did ya know, did ya think,
That your boat would never sink?
Bullies, and braggarts come and go…
Eighteen fifteen called you West,
But the rockies were not blessed.
Faithful Amy always by your side.
Lifetime of expedition,
To hell with your tradition.
Why’d you have to take one more ride?
Barroom bluster trades for clout,
Could’ve used a scrap of doubt.
When that drunken stupor,
Made your rifle slow.
Mug ‘o beer top Amy’s head,
Aimed too low and now she’s dead.
So Talbot dropped the curtain on your show…
Hard to see when you don’t blink.
