But don't you go and make mistakes, like many
derned fools I've known,
For dirt is dirt, and snakes is snakes, but an
Injin's flesh and bone!
We were seeking gold in the Texan hold, and
we'd had a blaze of luck,
More rich and rare the stuff ran there at every
foot we struck;
Like men gone wild we t'iled and t'iled, and
never seemed to tire,