And cavorted with any you like),
Was Big Bill, that lived in the slashes,
We called him Big Bill o’ Pike.
If he put his hand to his bowie
Or scratched the scruff of his neck,
You could only tell by waitin’
To see if you bled a peck:
And the way he fired ’twas lovely!
Nobody knowed which was dead,
Till Big Bill grinned, and the stiff’un