Jim of the Hills. C. J. Dennis

       I can give him good as he does, an' just take it with a laugh.

      ⁠But at evenin' when I'm broodin', I chew over all the lot.

      ⁠Till his jokes swell into insults an' his hintin' makes me hot.

       He can have it—if he wants it! He won't be too long denied!

       But I've heard he's mentioned fivers — wants to fight five pounds a side.

      ⁠If I'm licked, of course, I lose it; an' that fool will go an' booze it:

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      Throw it clean into the gutter with the other cash he's shied.

      ⁠I been told to-day he's sayin' that his fiver saves his skin…

      ⁠Wonder what he meant, the blighter, that should make the fellows grin: …

       Jumpin' Moses! … He can have it! Anywhere an' anywhen! Fivers? Let him talk of fivers! Holy wars, I'll make it ten! ⁠He'll get fightin', too, in plenty. If he likes I'll make it twenty! We shall see whose skin is safest an' whose hide is toughest then. ⁠I ain't got no grudge against him—only what the rotter's said. ⁠I ain't nothin' to the widow! … Here, old dog, we'll get to bed.