Set down, Billy; you are askin'

Something that sure puzzles me.

Nancy ain't like other women--

What I say may hit you queer,

But it's jest as well to tell you--

That there girl--she isn't here.

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"Don't stampede your words, now, Billy.

Slow 'em down and let 'em walk.

Lord a'mighty, man! keep quiet!

Never heard such crazy talk!

Where's the girl? Wal, let me tell you--

T'aint no use to take on so--

Where is Nancy? P'r'aps in heaven;

I can't tell yer,--I don't know.

When we left last spring from Kansas,

Travelin' mostly in the night,

We was chased up by a posse;

Fourth day out we had a fight.

We had jest unhitched the hosses,

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