A rail flopped up and-a hit-a me knee;
I took it along to the old Pedee,
And I sold it for a dollar down in Tennessee!
It was pay day—oh, me ba-bay!
It was pay day down in Tennessee!
“Huh! Nothin’ doin’! Still washin’ dishes, I guess. It was pay day down in Tennessee! Hejupah!”
Two hours later Mr. Daisy dexterously backed to the watering trough at the stable tent of the Mangan-Hatton camp and emptied his tank. Then he made another trip to Squawtooth Ranch, and on the return stopped his wagon abreast a small galvanized tank beside the cook-tent door of Jeddo the Crow.
“Hey, in there! In the cook tent! Wake up and hear the horned toads sing! Ship ahoy! Want water in this ole tin can this mornin’?
“Oh, I been a-down on-a the gumbo line,
A-skinnin’ mules when the weather’s fine,