And yourself going off like its bubble."
"Hould your tongue in that matter," says he;
"For the neckcloth I don't care a button,
And by this time to-morrow you'll see
Your Larry will be dead as mutton:
All for what?'Kase his courage was good."
The boys they came crowding in fast;
They drew their stools close round about him.
Six glims round his coffin they placed;
He couldn't be well waked without 'em.