i 'm gon na leave this town i 'm gon na go back to boston and i 'm gon na let that randall- but i ai n't gon na do anything like that at all , 'cause when i run around the corner of duke street , i run smack into the midst of a gang of men armed with clubs and ropes and sacks , who are pounding some poor bloke down to his knees , and one of them takes one look at me and yells , `` a jockey , by god !