But t’ other had got its work in afore Bill and I got there,
And wer gnawing Charley’s throat and face till the bones were laying bare.
Wall, we made quick work o’ Mr. Wolf, we filled ’um full o’ lead,
Then gathered child and mother up and took ’em home to bed,
Next day when Lizzie told her tale, Bill’s eyes were full o’ tears,
He didn’t brag much sentiment, and hadn’t wept for years.
Poor “Washee!” when we packed him up the camp boys stood around
Each one with hat in hand and tearful eyes cast on the ground;
We shipped the corpse to ’Frisco, with a bag o’ the yellow dust
To pay the freight to Pekin—to “Rest In Peace,” I trust.