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I'll tell of the howling wilderness and the haggard Arctic heights, Of a reckless vow that I made, and how I STAKED THE NORTHERN LIGHTS. I'LL TELL OF THE HOWLING WILDERNESS AND THE HAGGARD ARCTIC HEIGHTS OF A RECKLESS VOW THAT I MADE AND HOW I STAKED THE NORTHERN LIGHTS
m, scornful of frontiers, We who are weaklings honor your worth. Lords of the wilderness, Princes of Pioneers, Let's have a rouse that will ring round the earth. The Ballad of the Northern Lights One of the Down and Out--that's me. Stare at me well, ay, stare! Stare and shrink--say! you wouldn't think that I was a millionaire. Look at my face, it's crimped and gouged--one of them death-mask things; Don't seem the sort of man, do I, as might be the pal of kings? Slouching along in smelly rags, a bleary-eyed, no-good bum; A knight of the hollow needle, pard, spewed from the sodden slum. Look me all over from head to foot; how much would you think I was worth? A dollar? a dime? a nickel? Why, I'M THE WEALTHIEST MAN ON EARTH. No, don't you think that I'm off my base. You'll sing a different tune If only you'll let me spin my yarn. Come over to this saloon; Wet my throat--it's as dry as chalk, and seeing as how it's you, I'll tell the tale of a Northern trail, and so help me God, it's true.  THE BALLAD OF THE NORTHERN LIGHTS BY ROBERT SERVICE READFORD LIBERVOCK STODORK BY HAIDEY PRICE ONE OF THE DOWN AND OUT THAT'S ME STARE AT ME WELL A STARE STARE AND SHRINK SAY WOULDN'T YOU THINK THAT I WAS A MILLIONAIRE LOOK AT MY FACE IT'S CRIMPED AND GOUGED ONE OF THEM DEATH MASK THINGS DON'T SEEM THE SORT OF MAN DO I AS MIGHT BE THE PAL OF KINGS SLOUCHING ALONG IN SMELLY RAGS A BLEARY EYED NO GOOD BUM A KNIGHT OF THE HOLLOW NEEDLE PARD SPEWED FROM THE SODDEN SLUM LOOK AT ME ALL OVER FROM HEAD TO FOOT HOW MUCH WOULD YOU THINK I WAS WORTH A DOLLAR A DIME A NICKEL WHY I'M THE WEALTHIEST MAN ON EARTH NO DON'T YOU THINK THAT I'M OFF MY BASE YOU'LL SING A DIFFERENT TUNE IF ONLY YOU'LL LET ME SPIN MY YARN COME OVER TO THIS SALOON WET MY THROAT IT'S DRY AS CHALK AND SEEING AS HOW IT'S YOU I'LL TELL THE TALE OF A NORTHERN TRAIL AND SO HELP ME GOD IT'S TRUE
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