Submitted By: Glenn Harvey in remembrance of his father.
A Bit of Bailin Wire
Harry H. Harvey
You can talk about the hairpin
And its wide and varied fame,
And of the female ingenuity in
Handling of the same.
But, for plain and fancy genius nod
The bird that I admire,
Is a tough old Phenix hombre
With a piece of Balin Wire.
You can go from Phenix to Roanoke
Or by roadway to the gap.
Stop at Aspen, Climb to Brookneal,
Wander all around the map.
Go by rail or trail or roadway
Where and far as you desire,
But there is no place you can go
And not find Balin Wire.
You will see it on the trucks
And lumber or in the mill.
It’s used for nearly everything
That’s used in these hills.
If a feller cracks a singletree
Or louses up a tire,
Or splits a toung or breaks a spring,
He grabs a piece of Bailin Wire.
On harness it can substitute
For lugs and run to the bit,
You can twist it with scores of tools,
And weave a bunk with it.
As a mule whip its authority
Is severe and dire.
And there has been some rustlers
In the hills got hung with Bailin Wire.
It will take the place of nails
Or make a handle for a pail
And you can anchor up your pants with it
In case your suspenders fail.
And it’s good for hundreds of other
Things if you enquire,
And Phenix would not have been settled yet
Except for Bailin Wire.
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