In about two hours I knowed
In that race I had the road!
Talked in sich a winnin' way
Got her whar' she named the day,
With her shiny head at rest
On my speckled Sunday vest!
An', whilst in that happy state,
Bill--he rid up to the gate.
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Well, sir-ee!... He sot him down--
Cheapest lookin' chap in town!
(Knowed at once I'd set my traps!)
Talked 'bout weather, an' the craps,
An' a thousan' things; an' then--
Jest the lonesomest o' men--
Said he had so fur to ride,
Reckoned it wuz time to slide!