Here lies William Larryett,
Afraid of no man whom he met,
From his birth he hated soap,
Lov'd but one thing__ it was rope.
When a boy he'd rope wild steers,
And wild horses without fears;
And one night when others slept,
Roped a horse another kept,
Then this man who hated soap
Died, but still hung to his rope.
(Madison, Wis.: American Thresherman. 1901)