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.