One of Hag's friends then drew upon Bob,

And shot Joe Harris instead;

And I take it the bar floor got at last

'Bout knee-deep in red.

But when the fun was over in there,

Bob ran a-muck in the street;

And he speared and potted each derned cuss

As he chanced to meet.

And quiet folks shut up their doors—

They thought it safer, you see—