Pardners + 

You bad-eyed, tough-mouthed son-of-a-gun, + 

Ye’re a hard little beast to break, + 

But ye’re good for the fiercest kind of a run + 

An’ ye’re quick as a rattlesnake. + 

Ye jolted me good when we first met + 

In the dust of that bare corral, + 

An’ neither one of us will forget + 

The fight we fit, old pal. + 

But now⁠—well, say, old hoss, if John + 

D. Rockefeller shud come + 

With all the riches his paws are on + 

And want to buy you, you bum, + 

I’d laugh in his face an’ pat your neck + 

An’ say to him loud an’ strong: + 

“I wouldn’t sell you this derned old wreck + 

For all your wealth⁠—so long!” + 

For we have slept on the barren plains + 

An’ cuddled against the cold; + 

We’ve been through tempests of drivin’ rains + 

When the heaviest thunder rolled; + 

We’ve raced from fire on the lone prairee + 

An’ run from the mad stampede; + 

An’ there ain’t no money could buy from me + 

A pard of your style an’ breed. + 

So I reckon we’ll stick together, pard, + 

Till one of us cashes in; + 

Ye’re wirey an’ tough an’ mighty hard, + 

An’ homlier, too, than sin. + 

But yer head’s all there an’ yer heart’s all right, + 

An’ you’ve been a good pardner, too, + 

An’ if ye’ve a soul it’s clean an’ white, + 

You ugly ol’ scoundrel, you! + 