If I never had but one sweetheart, and in greenwood she is lain, I'm damned if I'll sit and weep all on her grave for a twelve month and an day.   Much less kiss her. There's other sweethearts to be had.

If I'm walking down the street and see a string hanging out a girl's window, I'll be sure to pull the ole string.

If I'm rich, and a beggar begs the crumbs that fell from my table, I'll be sure to have them swept up and presented to him with a low bow.

When riding along the Cimarron, having lost my job upon the Santa Fee because of some trouble with the boss, if I ask some cowboys for the loan of a horse and it's granted, I'll not ride him if he's dun-colored.

If I ain't got the do-re-mi, I'll go back to beautiful Texas. Or maybe Alabama. Tennessee??   T' hell with California!

When I'm about to be affianced to a rich farmer's daughter called Beautiful Kate, who has a large fortune of jewels and rings and five thousand pounds and other fine things, I won't accept a grey mare into the dowry even should papa offer to throw it in as pourboire!