Come along old chap, yer time’s ’bout up,
We got another brindle pup;
I ’lows it’s tough an’ mighty hard,
But a toothless dog’s no good on guard,
So trot along right after me,
An’ I’ll put yeh out o’ your misery.
Now, quit yer waggin’ that stumpy tail—
We ain’t a-goin’ fer rabbit er quail;
’Sides, you couldn’t pint a bird no more,
Yer old an’ blind an’ stiff an’ sore,