Elisabeth imagines I've br A yellow streak br She deems I have no dash and drive, br Jest dogoned weak. br 'A man should be a man,' says Liz br 'Trade blow for blow.' br Poor kid! What my position is br She jest don't know. br br She jest don't know my old man killed, br Yea, slew and slew. br As steamy blood he sweetly spilled, br So could I too. br And though no wrath of heart I show br When I see red, br I fear no S. O. B. but oh br Myself I dread. br br Though fellers reckon me a dope br And trigger-shy, br 'Tain't nice to dangle on a rope, br And like Pa die. br So as I belly to the bar br Meek is my breath . . .