Then Haggarty went for him savage,
Instead of a-holding his jor;
And Bob went for his ’leven-inch knife,
And scatter’d Hag’s scraps on the floor.
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;