THE "ARKANSAW" CATS.
In a new volume of American poenriß we find the following version of the Kilkenny Cats :— There was a man in Arkansaw As let his passions rise, And not unfrequently picked out Some other varmint's eyes. His name was Tuscaloosa Sam, And olten he would say. " There's not a cuss in Arkansaw I can't whip any day." One morn a stranger passin' by Heard Sammy talkin' so. When down he scrambled from his boss, And off his coat did go. "My boy," says he, " its my belitf, Whomever you may be, That I kin make you screech and smell Partikler agony." They clenched like two rampageous bears. And then went down a bit, - They swore a stream of six inch oaths, And fit, and fit, and fit. And so they " fit, and fit, and fit," on through ten stanzas, until, jist at cock-crow, suddently, There came an awful pause, And I and my old roan ran out To ascertain the cause. The sun was rising in'the yeast, And lit the hull concern, But not a sign of either chap Was found at any turn. Yet in the region where they fit, We found, to our surprise, One pint of buttons, two big knives, Some whiskers, and four ej;es !
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume VI, Issue 265, 9 November 1871, Page 4
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211THE "ARKANSAW" CATS. Nelson Evening Mail, Volume VI, Issue 265, 9 November 1871, Page 4
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