Lately stole the loveliest mewel[[11]]
That you ever sot your peeps on,
For a hundred shiny dollars,
Went and sold it to the Greasers;
But, as you perceive, we’ve nailed him,
And at present we’re debatin’
Whether we had better hang him,
Or else roast him like an Injun,
Ere the starry night comes on.
“And I think ez ther ar’ ladies