OLE TEXAS JIM

Te Aroha News, Volume V, Issue 222, 1 October 1887, Page 2

OLE TEXAS JIM

I know that yon thin-skinned ftllois As swells it about the town, Looks clow n on us despewuloes An' thinks we's but Jit to drown ; But I'm tellin' you, my giblet. There's more in us toughs of man Than ever was under a line boiled shirt? . Or a la-dt-clii, undeibtan' ? 1 nint't agoin' to brae; and boast, For it ain't my nater to, But I'm just the grittiest man alive,. It I saj it, 'tw ix me and j ou. I'm a pretty Ivd lot, I reckon, An' -when I'\ c been jjinnin' a bit, I rlon't mind wh.it I tackle — Ain't particuloi what I hit. An' I can't stand unpolitencss ; He civil, that's w hat I eav ; It don't cost nothin' to take a drink When the other man s wiilin' to pay.. I sec this measly stranger A wurmin' hisself at the stove. " Come up," saj s T, " an drink v i' me!' " No, thank jou ! ' he saj s, this cove. Will, T was hoppin' you lot your lifo, But I kep' my temper stout. " Come up an' drink, you son of a gun, Or I'll blow your inside out." " I don't want a drink !" he says to me, An' my blood begins to rise, The man wt o insults Ole Texas Jim Can do it but once— ho dies ! Ho was sick, I know'd, but I didn't care; I draw'd my gun, d'yo see ? I'd mado up my mind to kill him then When I seed he was smaller than me. An' I stopped an' I said, " I'm a man," says Ir You can drink or lot it be, J3,, t i', n if Il]]I 1 ]] have it said I killed A man as was smaller than me. An' I know when they talk of angels An' speak of the judgment day, They think it's a-goin' right hard vri' me When the Lord has said his say. But I tell you, toys, if thero be a heaven, Wherever that heaven may be. There's a harp for Jim, for I never killed A man as was smaller than me.