But I do not refuse to be the poet of Walker also.
Yes, I am the poet of Kinney and of Walker, you may bet your life on it.
I could go to Nicaraqua and loll in my hammock,
I could go to a fandango and dance with negro beauties until I perspired very much,
Yes, sir-ee, I could indeed, and double!
I could eat tortillas and mark the dark-eyed quadroons making frijoles the greater part of the afternoon,
Well, I could.
I could fillibust the government, and make myself president,
And form a cabinet,
And do several things of that sort:—