S’pose I’m go’n’ to fool with boys?”
But the crowd commenced to hoot him and they
made sech pesky noise
That at last they got him swearing and he
shed his coat and vest
And commenced to stretch his muscles and to
pound against his breast.
“S’pose I’ve got to if ye say so,” says he scorn-
ful as ye please,
“But I’ll throw that little shaver, one hand