git out!
Well, he heard old Ezry braggin’ and at last
as cool’s could be
Boy says, “Uncle, shed your weskit; I will
take your stump,” says he.
Guess’twas jest about a minute’fore old Ezry
got his breath,
Then says he, “Scat on ye, youngster! I
should squat ye ha’f to death.
What ye think ye know’bout wrasslin’?