And in the war we all were fighting, copper counted for nigh as much as men.

The miners there in Butte were fighting the Hun as surely as if they'd been at Cantigny or Chateau-Thierry.
Never had there been such pay in Butte as in yon time.

I sang at a great theatre one of the greatest in all the western country.

It was crowded at every performance.

The folk sat on the stage, so deep packed, so close together, there was scarce room for my walk around.
Ye mind how I fool ye, when I'm singin', by walkin' round and round the stage after a verse?
It's my way of givin' short measure--save that folk seem to like to see me do it! Weel, there was that great mining city, where the copper that was so needed for munitions was being mined.