They had grim border ruffians I'll bring to your mind And they’ve plenty more left of the very same kind They drank from a flask And played cards on the way For the schools were out And the children lookd on on this seventeenday They had pop guns and tin pans and all kinds of toys And a very fine party All made up of boys They had jemmun of color and ladies the same And jokers and fools of all ages and [?names]