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Jacob Jacobs, of Oakland, he swore: / "Dat Solomon Martin -- I'll haf his gore!" / Solomon Martin, of Oakland, he said: / "Of Shacob Shacobs der bleed I vill shed!" / So they met, with seconds and surgeon at call, / And fought with pistol and powder and -- all / Was done in good faith, -- as before I said, / They fought with pistol and powder and -- shed / Tears, O my friends, for each other they marred / Fighting with pistol and powder and -- lard! / For the lead had been stolen away, every trace, / And Christian hog-product supplied its place.
Then the shade of Moses indignant arose: / "Quvicker dan lighdnings go vosh yer glose!" / Jacob Jacobs, of Oakland, they say, / Applied for a pension the following day.
Solomon Martin, of Oakland, I hear, / Will call himself Colonel for many a year.