An' she covered the bottoms here.
The "George" was hitched on the city bar
Close up by the railroad track.
When the row began we fixed her strong,
Rigged seven hawsers where two belong;
She'd 'a' taken an acre o' soil along
If she'd dragged in the grindin' pack.
But along one night the drift-ice stopped;
The flood run clear as June,
Fer the stuff had jammed in Hagin's Bend