I ain't 'fraid to do my duty
If I'm clear what it's about,
But this scrape is so peculiar
That my mind's smoked up with doubt.
I believe that Nancy loves me,
And it may be she'll stay true;
But I wonder why the blazes
That durn Johnson's gone off too.


3

Blamed if I don't get my hosses,
Saddle Zeb and lead old Si,
And we'll search the wind-swept prairie
Till we find that girl, or die!
Who'd a thought a man's whole future
Could get twisted up like this?
All his plans burn up like tinder
In the fire of one sweet kiss!
"Zeb, come here, and good old Simon--
Listen while I talk to you;
Put your noses on my shoulder
While I tell you what we'll do.
Your fool master's deep in trouble,
Can't explain to you just how,
But until we find my Nancy,
You shall never pull a plow."