Jim

Say there! P'r'aps

Some o' you chaps

Might know Jim Wild?

Well, -- no offense:

Thar aint 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 o' 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:

Eh?

The h-- you say!

Dead?

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 would n't take

D--d much to break

You and yer bar.

Dead!

Poor -- little -- Jim!

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 --

Eh?

What's that you say?

Why, dern it! -- sho! --

No? Yes! By Joe!

Sold!

Sold! Why, you limb,

You ornery,

Derned old

Long-legged Jim.