Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1885-03-10
Tim. the Wharf-Rat.f


Written for ne 81 Jacobs OIL Family Calendar,
1885, 6y r. H. GasSa~ay, "Derrick Dodd,"
OF the San francisco, CALIFORNIA,
"E0entng Post'O
You see, gents, my pal Tim an me
Wos a'takin' quiet swim,
When cop comes a'sneakin' along ther wharf,
An he nabs poor Little Tim.
You bet it wos rough on us partners that,
Fur while Tim In theT cooler stayed,
His corner ID be TUX by smother boy
As I'D cabbage his reg lar trade.
SO Tim went a'eniven' up ther street,
With me sniveln' on behine,
wen big man outer resterrink cum
AS guess I'D been drinkin' vim;
An lie axes, "Whot's this here criminal doncl"
So ther cop says, Yer see its agin,
Their law fur ter swim ON ther city front,
SO Pm ruunin' this WharG-Rat in"
An ther big man laughs as he looks at Tim,
An n seq, "lIow much is thpr finel--
Five dollars They charge ther same for bath
They does fur abottlc or wine.
oval, guess I'll pay IT," an then he wiuks
AT me an thcr cop kinder queer;
"But mind yer, Rat, this is onne loan,-
You must pay it back in year"
And he laughs agin wen Tim brace up
And looks HIM square in ther eye
An sez, with his fist a'clinched this wav,--
"Ef don't sir, | hope ter die!"
Well, most on year had gone; one day
Me an Tim wOs stcalin' a dip
BY the ferry wharf wen ther boat ken I'm
An run too hard Sin thcr slip;
An little gal, that BIG man held
A scttn' upon ther rail,
Was knocked clean over ther steamers s.de
In ther shake NV a shecpses tail.
We seed 'lwerc there same rich man, an
knowcd
Their babby belonged ter him;
So Tim Owed aItcr il Ike duck,--
Fur tell ycrhe sayeyed Ter swim.
Their passengers yelled, thcr bells banged,
Till thcr boat backed of from there;
Then we seed my pal cochcd onter pile,
Agrippia' ther gals long hair.
SO they hauled 'cm both out onter thcr dock;
The gal IjeWaS sale an sound,
But Tim had been lit by thcr iron wheel, -
His side wos jest one big wound.
Their daddy he kissed his kid, then knceled
Where Tim lay SO white and sick;
"God bless ycr!" hc sez, "my little man.
Someone fetch doctor, quick"
'No use, scz Tim: "l'm agOin ST,
can't pay yer now, yer see"
And he takes from his neck Il little bag
"I'm four bits short" sez he.
Don't yer savev ther boy what wos tOokedup,
What yer lent ther money that days
ia most got it all made up, but now
But now ] niver kin pay"
Don't talk Nv that" scz the father clap,
His big tears a'runnin free;
you've saved my babby's life, and she's
Wuth all ther world ter mes"
as she wuth four bits ~ scz Tim, so weak;
"Oh! yes" scz thcr man,--"Givc him air ~
Then" seq Tim, just like he wos gon' tel
sleep
Then, mister, you and mes square"
An that woz ther last word Timmc seq,
An all them BIG men tall
TUX of their hats as my pal let co.
Yes they dd,-plug hats and all!
An a gospel sharp as wos in their crowd,
He knclt right down by Tim,
| An he told NV a Bible fellcr, a scd
| Fur dead kids ter cum ter him.
tell yer its hard ter lose thcr pal
Yer'vc lit fur, starved with, an love;
! But I'm bctin as them AS is square down here
Is square up there above!
*ICopvright, 1888. The Charles A. Vogclcr Co.
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