I. Gim Me Back My Stone-Bruised Heel, And Them Tow-Linen Pants, An' That Old Pole An' Line An' Reel, An' All Them Boyhood Ha'Nts, An' That Old Hat I Used To Wear, That Didn't Hav' No Crown, An' That Same Crop Uv Yeller Hair-- Sun-Burnt On Top Ter Brown-- An' Them Playmates I Used Ter Know, An' Loved Like Very Brothers-- An' You Kin Let The Old World Go An' Giv' Its Wealth Ter Others! Ii. Gim Me Back One Gallus, Too, That Buttoned With A Peg, An' Them Blamed Ticks That Burrowed Through The Skin Uv Either Leg, An' That Old Single-Barrel Gun, As Crooked As A Rail, An' That Same Dog That Used Ter Run The Molly Cotton-Tail, An' Lem Me Hav' The Tops I Spun-- The Kites That I Hav' Sailed-- An' Then At Last, When Life Is Done, Who'D Keer If It Had Failed?