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This man Jones was what you'd call / A feller 'at had no sand at all; / Kind o' consumpted, and undersize, / And sailor-complected, with big sad eyes, / And a kind-of-a sort-of-a hang-dog style, / And a sneakin' sort-of-a half-way smile / 'At kind o' give him away to us / As a preacher, maybe, er somepin' wuss.
Didn't take with the gang -- well, no -- / But still we managed to use him, though, -- / Coddin' the gilly along the rout', / And drivin' the stakes 'at he pulled out -- / Far I was one of the bosses then, / And of course stood in with the canvasmen; / And the way we put up jobs, you know, / On this man Jones jes' beat the show!