To die like a rambler on the tramp queen’s breast!
On pay day—oh, ba-bay!
On a pay day lay me down to rest!”
“Is it all settled between you and the young lady of the picturesque moniker, Halfaman?”
“Settled! I’ve chased them crows from coast to coast! Worked for half wages and et two suppers in one night! Beans? I hate the sight o’ beans—unless Wing o’ the Crow boils ’em! Settled! I’ve lost weight and ambition and everything to get things settled. But on this job, boy, I’m gonta make one big effort to nail the Wing o’ the Crow to a convenient tree. I won’t be with Mangan long after Jeddo the Crow gets perched out there, ’cause I gotta get that gypo queen this time or lose me reason. I’m what you might call distraught right now.
“Oh, a-Jeddo the Crow he’s a gypo man,
Gotta sling-bloke harness and a movin’ van,
Gotta three ole mules and a wheeler pan,
But I’ll stick around forever if I can-can-can!
Without a pay day—oh, ba-bay!