S'pose I give up like a coward,

Let the world say I ain't game,

'Cause by leavin' I should forfeit

My poor eighty-acre claim.

I ain't 'fraid to do my duty

If I'm clear what it's about,

But this scrape is so peculiar

That my mind's smoked up with doubt.

I believe that Nancy loves me,

And it may be she'll stay true;

But I wonder why the blazes

That durn Johnson's gone off too.

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Blamed if I don't get my hosses,

Saddle Zeb and lead old Si,

And we'll search the wind-swept prairie

Till we find that girl, or die!

Who'd a thought a man's whole future

Could get twisted up like this?

All his plans burn up like tinder

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