set the pace,
And he bragged so much about it that at last
we came to think.
If he’d lived in time o’ Samson—could have
downed Sam quick’s a wink.
And there wasn’t nary feller in the town nor
round about
Who had grit or grab or gumption to take holt
and shake him out.
And he set around the gros’ry keepin’ up his