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Say there! P’r’aps
Some on you chaps
Might know Jim Wild?
Well,–no offense:
Thar ain’t no sense
In gittin’ riled!

Jim was my chum
Up on the Bar:
That’s why I come
Down from up yar,
Lookin’ for Jim.
Thank ye, sir! YOU
Ain’t of that crew,–
Blest if you are!

Money? Not much:
That ain’t my kind;
I ain’t no such.
Rum? I don’t mind,
Seein’ it’s you.

Well, this yer Jim,–
Did you know him?
Jes’ ’bout your size;
Same kind of eyes;–
Well, that is strange:
Why, it’s two year
Since he came here,
Sick, for a change.

Well, here’s to us:
The h— you say!
That little cuss?

What makes you star’,
You over thar?
Can’t a man drop
‘s glass in yer shop
But you must r’ar?
It wouldn’t take
D—-d much to break
You and your bar.

Why, thar was me,
Jones, and Bob Lee,
Harry and Ben,–
No-account men:
Then to take HIM!

Well, thar– Good-by–
No more, sir–I–
What’s that you say?
Why, dern it!–sho!–
No? Yes! By Joe!

Sold! Why, you limb,
You ornery,
Derned old
Long-legged Jim.