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'Twas th' days of th' stampede -- I was of th' hobo breed -- -- / When I met with Jim along th' Dawson trail; / F'r Bonanza I was strikin'; an' Jim? well, he was hikin' / Along th' road t' Anywhere -- Jerusalam or jail.
Seemed t' me how all th' people had got soured in his steeple, / But for wimmin most of all he'd bitter thoughts; / But we got on quite congenial, him a gen'leman -- me menial, / And I got t' kind of likin' Jim -- -- in spots!