Dan at Dunk and Dunk at Dan,
—On contention ran and ran,
And rancor spread its sullen fog
‘Twixt Dunk and Dan and the yaller
dog.
At last old Dunk uprose and cried, “Say old
hoss-mack’ril, blast yer hide,
I’m sick of clack and fuss and gab; it’s time, I
reckin, that we divide.
An’ seein’ as how I’ve spoke the fust, I’ll take