Jim

Say there! Praps     Some on you chaps     Might know Jim Wild?     Well, no offense:     Thar aint no sense     In gittin riled!     Jim was my chum     Up on the Bar:     Thats why I come     Down from up yar,     Lookin for Jim.     Thank ye, sir! You     Aint of that crew,     Blest if you are!     Money? Not much:     That aint my kind;     I aint no such.     Rum? I dont mind,     Seein its you.     Well, this yer Jim,     Did you know him?     Jes bout your size;     Same kind of eyes;     Well, that is strange:     Why, its two year     Since he came here,     Sick, for a change.     Well, heres to us:     Eh?     The h    you say!     Dead?     That little cuss?     What makes you star,     You over thar?     Cant a man drop     s glass in yer shop     But you must rar?     It wouldnt 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?     Whats that you say?     Why, dern it! sho!     No? Yes! By Joe!     Sold!     Sold! Why, you limb,     You ornery,     Derned old     Long-legged Jim.