Jim

Jim

BRET HARTE

Say there! P'r'aps
Some on you chaps
Might know Jim Wild?
Well, -no offense-
Thar ain't no sense
In gittin' riled!

Jim was my chum
Up on the Bar:
That's why I come
Down from up yar,
Lookin' for Jim.
Thank ye, sir! You
Ain't of that crew, -
Blest if you are!

Money? Not much:
That ain't my kind;
I ain't no such.
Rum? I don't mind,
Seein' it's you.

Well, this yet Jim, -
Did you know him?
Jes' 'bout your size;
Same kind of eyes; -
Well, that is strange:
Why, it's two year
Since he came here,
Sick, for a change.

Well, here's to us:
Eh?
The h- you say!
Dead?
That little cuss?

What makes you star'.
You over that?
Can't a man drop
's glass in yer shop
But you must r'ar?
It wouldn't take
D-d much to break
You and your bar.

Dead!
Poor - little - Jim,
Why, that was me,
Jones, and Bob Lee,
Harry and Ben, -
No-account men:
Then to take him!

Well, that - Good-bye.
No more, sir - I -
Eh?
What's that you say?
Why, dem it! - sho! -
No? Yes! By Joe!
Sold!
Sold! Why, you limb,
You ornery,
Derned, old,
Long-legged Jim.