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.
Jim
Bret Harte
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