Come in to Buck Canon in the Whetstones and oblige.
Yours truly, Henry Smith Somebody showed me a handful of white rock with yeller streaks in it.
His eyes was bulgin' until you could have hung your hat on them.

That O'Toole party was walkin' around, wettin' his lips with his tongue and swearin' soft.
"God bless the Irish and let the Dutch rustle!" says he.

"And the fool had to get drunk and give it away!" The excitement was just started, but it didn't last long.

The crowd got the same notion at the same time, and it just melted.

Me and Dutchy was left alone.
I went home.