Any kind o' fuss--
On'y makes a rumpus wuss
Fer to interfere
When their dander's riz--
But I wuz a-standin' as clost to 'em
As me an' you is!

I wuz kind o' strayin'
Past the blame saloon--
Heerd some fiddler playin'
That "ole hee-cup tune!"
Sort o' stopped, you know,
Fer a minit er so,
And wuz jes' about
Settin' down, when--_Jeemses whizz_!
Whole durn winder-sash fell out!
An' there laid Dock McGriff, and Mike
A-straddlin' him, all bloody-like,
An' both a-gittin' down to biz!--
An' I wuz a-standin' as clost to 'em
As me an' you is!

I wuz the on'y man aroun'--
(Durn old-fogy town!
'Peared more like, to me,
_Sund'y_ 'an _Saturd'y!_)
Dog come 'crost the road
An' tuck a smell
An' put right back;
Mishler driv by 'ith a load