’F a “cat” ’s to home yew tech ’im gentle,

An’ sort o’ stroke his flank;

Then suddint like yew grab his collar,

An’ sling ’im out’ the bank!


Yew’ve mebbe never saw this “river”?

Thar is, p’r’aps, likelier streams;

But when ye git ri’ daown to ’t, stranger,

It right smart hants yer dreams.

II
The Bootleg Gang at Sims’