SAY! @3you@1 feller! @3You@1 -- With that spade and the pick! -- What do you 'pose to do On this side o' the crick? Goin' to tackle this claim? Well, I reckon You'll let up ag'in, purty quick! No bluff, understand, -- But the same has been tried, And the claim never panned -- Or the fellers has lied, -- For they tell of a dozen that tried it, And quit it most onsatisfied. The luck's dead ag'in it! -- The first man I see That stuck a pick in it Proved @3that@1 thing to me, -- For he sort o' took down, and got homesick, And went back whar he'd orto be! Then others they worked it Some -- more or less, But finally shirked it, In grades of distress, -- With an eye out -- a jaw or skull busted, Or some sort o' seriousness. The @3last@1 one was plucky -- He wasn't afeerd, And bragged he was "lucky," And said that "he'd heerd A heap of bluff-talk," and swore awkward He'd work any claim that he keered! Don't you strike nary lick With that pick till I'm through; This-here feller talked slick And as peart-like as you! And he says: "I'll abide here As long as I please!" But he didn't. . . . He died here -- And I'm his disease! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 18. LOVES PROGRESS by JOHN DONNE HYMN TO GOD MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS by JOHN DONNE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 10. THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONG, WRITTEN AT SEA, IN THE FIRST DUTCH WAR, 1665 ... by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) MUTABILITY (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID P. BERENBERG |