balk
With his mouth propped apart; oh, he’d plenty
to say,
But Jim, goin’ steady, had levelled away.
And he told that ’ere feller he’d hunted for him,
—Did Dickerer Jim—Shenanigan Jim.
The feller allowed he’d been huntin’ some, too,
But Jim didn’t hesitate—slam-banged it
through!
Says he, “I’ve been sorry I sold you that hoss