In fact, he smiled as if he thought he’d struck the proper place;
“Come, boys, I know there’s kindly hearts among so good a crowd;
To be in such good company would make a deacon proud.
“Give me a drink! That’s what I want, I’m out of funds, you know,
When I had cash to treat the gang, this hand was never slow;
What? You laugh as if you thought this pocket never held a sou;
I once was fixed as well, my boys, as any one of you.
“There, thanks, that braced me nicely, God bless you, one and all,
Next time I pass this good saloon I’ll make another call;
Give you a song? No, I can’t do that, my singing days are past,