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Scotty's dead -- Of course he is! / Jes' that same old luck of his! -- / Ever sence we went cahoots / He's be'n first, you bet yer boots! / When our schoolin' first begun, / Got two whippin's to my one: / Stold and smoked the first cigar: / Stood up first before the bar, / Takin' whisky-straight -- and me / Wastin' time on "blackberry"!
Beat me in the Army, too, / And clean on the whole way through! / In more scrapes around the camp, / And more troubles, on the tramp: / Fought and fell there by my side / With more bullets in his hide, / And more glory in the cause, -- / That's the kind o' man _he_ was! / Luck liked Scotty more'n me. -- / _I_ got married: Scotty, he / Never even would _apply_ / Fer the pension-money I / Had to beg of "Uncle Sam" -- / That's the kind o' cuss _I_ am! -- / Scotty allus first and best -- / Me the last and ornriest! / Yit fer all that's said and done -- / All the battles fought and won -- / We hain't prospered, him ner me -- / Both as pore as pore could be, -- / Though we've allus, up tel now, / Stuck together anyhow -- / Scotty allus, as I've said, / Luckiest -- And now he's _dead_!