The kind thet kin, jes’ ’s easy’s not,
Coagerlate albewman?
That’s what they was, jes’ reg’lar hellers;
No more o’ heapin’ coals!
They swore they’d jug them bootleg fellers
’F it cost their mortal souls.
They done it tew. Some tracks they seen
They kivered up with pails;
’N’ a coupl’ o’ “bloods” thet wasn’t green
Was sicked upon the trails.