Ten of us was throwed right freely
By a hawse from Idaho.
And we thought he'd go-a-beggin'
For a man to break his pride
Till, a-hitchin' up one leggin,
Boastful Bill cut loose and cried—
"I'm a on'ry proposition for to hurt;
I fulfil my earthly mission with a quirt;
I kin ride the highest liver
'Tween the Gulf and Powder River,