Jest gafflin’ up a couple boards
I sashayed out deerectly to’ards
That howlin’, growlin’ harrycane
That come a-raisin’ merry Cain.
“When I’d got out as fur’s my wind
Would take me, I slacked up and shinned
That cob-piled monnyment o’ stones
Between my land and Bial Jones.
Though I don’t scare
I’ll own, I swear,