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III. IN DIALECT"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.
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