by (Francis) Bret(t) Harte (1839 - 1902)

Jim
Language: English 
Say there! P'r'aps
Some o' you chaps
    Might know Jim Wild?
Well, -- no offense:
Thar aint 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 o' 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 yer 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 thar?
Can't a man drop
's glass in yer shop
But you must r'ar?
    It would n't take
    D--d much to break
You and yer bar.

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

Well, thar -- Good-by --
No more, sir -- I --
    Eh?
What's that you say?
Why, dern it! -- sho! --
No? Yes! By Joe!
    Sold!

Sold! Why, you limb,
You ornery,
    Derned old
Long-legged Jim.

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