He wandered the west after it was won,
after the brothers' war.
This Gentleman Ben of nowhere place
who lived in the days of yore.
He stole what he needed from the towns,
sometimes a little bit more,
and carried with him a gilded pocket-watch
though no one knew what for.
Just as suddenly as he appeared,
he left, or so they swore.
And no one again saw Gentleman Ben
on land or sea or shore.
They remember him still, if you know to ask
about the man who left many a score,
the fair and nefarious Gentleman Ben
of the old American lore.
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Perchance to Be
Teen FictionSummers in Purchase, TX bring two things to the Lune family: long mornings in Eclair de Lune and the ballad of Gentleman Ben. August can't come quickly enough for seventeen-year-old Tamsin Lune. When she isn't working in her mother's doughnut shop o...
