I’ll give ye settisfection now by shootin’ ye at sight,
An’ give the nigger, (when he’s caught,) to pay him fer his trickin’
In gittin’ the wrong man took up, a most H fired lickin’,—
It’s jest the way with all on ’em, the inconsistent critters,
They’re ’most enough to make a man blaspheme his mornin’ bitters;
I’ll be your frien’ thru thick an’ thin an’ in all kines o’ weathers,
An’ all you’ll hev to pay fer ’s jest the waste o’ tar an’ feathers:
A lady owned the bed, ye see, a widder, tu, Miss Shennon;
It wuz her mite; we would ha’ took another, ef ther ’d ben one:
We don’t make no charge for the ride an’ all the other fixins.