An’ the lad that ’peared to git most mad
Was him as I’ve named—Joe Swife.
To see that critter cavortin’ around,
Was a sight to raise your hair,
Jest arx him if the thief was found,
If you wanted to hear a swear!
Joe left Potiphar then an’ came here to Creek,
An’ soon had a run o’ luck,
He hadn’t been prospectin’ more’n a week
’Fore he said a big pocket he’d struck.