Then the baritones, with an air of exaggerated interest;
"A-ha-a-a, Billy Patterson!"
Tenors:
"For. It he dies, I'll tan his skin;
An' if he lives I'll ride him agin,"
All-together, with a furious "break down" at the close:
"Then I'll lay five dollars down,
And count them one by one;
Then I'll lay five dollars down,
If anybody will show me the man