Rode right on ’er—made ’er squall;
Didn’t stop to semi-quiver, tip-toe Nancy, pass
the cream;
No; he let ’er go Jerooshy, clear the track an’
lots o’ steam.
Thought I’d never heerd such playin’ sence the
Lord had giv’ me breath
An’ that P. I.—seems as if
He could put the bang an’ biff
In the chitter of a cat-gut like to touch the very