Jim

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: 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 wouldn't take D----d much to break You and your 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.