WE don't go much on lawin' Here in around the mines? -- Well, now, you're jest hurrahin' Like the wind amongst the pines! Of course we allus aim to Give "the prisoner" a chance -- Though sometimes a jury's game to Ring a verdict in advance! What wuz his name -- this feller 'At stold the Jedge's mare Last spring? -- wuz tryin' to sell her Down here at Rip and Tear, When "Faro Bill" dropped on him, And bagged him, sound and good And biznesslike, dog-gone him, As the constable a-could! Well, anyway, his trial Wuz a case in p'int: -- He pled "Not guilty" -- a denial 'At his attorney said Could be substantiated On the grounds, 'at when the mare Wuz "stold," as claimed and stated, The defendant wuzn't square, -- But he'd be'n a testifyin', Round the raw edge of a spree At Stutsman's bar, a-tryin' To hold one drink in three, To "Jim-jams"; and he reckoned 'At his client's moral tone Could not be classed as second To the Jedge's -- er his own. "That savin'-clause is timely," Says the Jedge, a-turnin' back To color as sublimely As I've seed him turn a jack. -- "But," says he to the defendant, "Ef you didn't 'steal' the mare I'll ask et your attendant 'Pharos William,' didn't swear "You @3wuzn't@1 'full' when captured?" Then, a-drawin' of his gun, The Jedge went on, enraptured With the trail 'at he'd begun, -- "I'll tax your re-collection To enquire ef you know That hoss left my protection On'y jes' five hours ago? -- "In consequence, it follers, No man as drunk as you -- And I'll bet a hundred dollars To the opposition's two! -- Could sober to the beauty Of the standerd you present This writin' -- hence my duty Plainly is -- to circumvent --" And afore the jury knowed it, Bang! his gun went! -- "And I'll ask," He went on, as he th'owed it Up to finish out his task, "Ef it's mortal?" -- then, betrayin' Some emotion, with a bow, He closed by simply sayin' -- "You can take the witness now!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON WINTER SUNSET by EVA K. ANGLESBURG SAD MADRIGAL, SELECTION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A COLD TEMPERAMENT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PROVERBS 31:25-29. THE MOTHER OF THE HOUSE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 127 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ROMERO by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: FRIDAY by JOHN BYROM |