“No; it wuz sunthin’ like harnessin’, Samantha. Do you know what it is? It comes right in the turn of the tune, and it hampers me to forgit it.”
And then he begun agin—
“‘The tiger’s cub I’ll tie with a chain—
I’ll tackle with a chain’—
“No, that hain’t it—‘tie’ hain’t the word—
“‘The tiger’s cub I’ll, folderol, with a chain.’”
He made the turn and went on to the next line—
“‘And the wild gazelle, with its silvery feet,
I’ll get thee for a playmate, sweet.’”
Sez he, “I’ve got it all but that one word, and that—that will come to me,” sez he.