He got six hundred thousand, which is some change, as you know;
They give him one or two years, an’ the softest job here—Oh
It pays to git a plenty while yer gittin’.
Wit’ me little flask o’ nitro an’ me bar o’ laundry soap,
I blew a safe, an’ then, as was befittin’,
I took me ten years smilin’, glad I didn’t get the rope!—
But the next time! Oh, a plenty while I’m gittin’!
For this guy tore off half a state an’ shook the other half;
He robbed his friends an’ neighbors an’ he handed both the laugh—
But you oughta heard him holler at that one or two year gaff.