(OK - and then it goes):At last I was able to make some sort of reply, for I thought me end was near. I said let me get these boots on mate and THERE'LL ONLY BE ONE OF US HERE. So, I gets me hands on me number tens ad out the door I scoots and I fair lit the ridges up with the sparks from me boots. I've never been back to that lonely hill but I tremble and I shakes with fear when I thinks of that horrible brute that said, There's only the two of us here.

(I first heard this from the fine singer of songs, Terry Belnor who holds court with his group "Hogeye Navvy" at Aristocrats in Indy on Saturday nights.)