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2 Bold Gordon, the Yankee, of skidding was full, As he said, "Wo-ho" to his little brown bulls, Short-legged and shaggy, girting six feet and nine.
Said McCloskey, the Scotchman, "Too light for our pine."
3 'Twas three to the thousand and our contract did call, The skidding was good for the timber was tali. McCloskey he swore that he'd make the day full And he'd skid two to one of the little brown bulls.
4 "Oh, no!" said Bold Gordon. "That you cannot do, Although we all know you're the pets of the crew 3 But mark you, my boy, you will have your hands full If you skid one more log than my little brown bulls."
5 The day was appointed and soon it drawed nigh For twenty-five dollars their fortunes to try. Each eager and anxious that morning was found As the scalers and judges appeared on the ground.
6 With a whoop and a yell came McCloskey to view, With his spotted steers, the pets of the crew,
Both chewing their cuds, "Oh, boys, keep your jaws full, For you easily can beat them, the little brown bulls."
7 Then up stepped Bold Gordon, with his pipe in his jaw, With his little brown bulls with their cuds in their mouths, And little did we think when we see them come down That a hundred and forty they could jerk around.
8 Then up spoke McCloskey, "Come strip to the skin, For I'll dig you a hole and I'll tumble you in,
I will learn a damn Yankee to face the bold Scot I'll cook you a dose and you'll get it red-hot."
9 Said Gordon to Stebbin, with blood in his eye, "Today we must conquer McCloskey or die." Then up spoke old Kennebec, "Oh, boys, never fear, For you never will be beaten by the big spotted steers."
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