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despite my will, In the weary fight I had clean lost sight of the man I sought to kill. DESPITE MY WILL IN THE WEARY FIGHT I HAD CLEAN LOST SIGHT OF THE MAN I SOUGHT TO KILL
llad of One-Eyed Mike _This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky; As the Northlights gleamed and curved and streamed, and the bottle of "hooch" was dry._ A man once aimed that my life be shamed, and wrought me a deathly wrong; I vowed one day I would well repay, but the heft of his hate was strong. He thonged me East and he thonged me West; he harried me back and forth, Till I fled in fright from his peerless spite to the bleak, bald-headed North. And there I lay, and for many a day I hatched plan after plan, For a golden haul of the wherewithal to crush and to kill my man; And there I strove, and there I clove through the drift of icy streams; And there I fought, and there I sought for the pay-streak of my dreams. So twenty years, with their hopes and fears and smiles and tears and such, Went by and left me long bereft of hope of the Midas touch; About as fat as a chancel rat, and lo! BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIVERVOX DOTWORK BY HAIDEY PRICE THIS IS THE TALE THAT WAS TOLD TO ME BY THE MAN WITH THE CRYSTAL EYE AS I SMOKED MY PIPE IN THE CAMP FIRELIGHT AND THE GLORY SWEPT THE SKY AS THE NORTH LIGHTS GLEAMED AND CURVED AND STREAMED AND THE BOTTLE OF HOOCH WAS DRY A MAN ONCE AIMED THAT MY LIFE BE SHAMED AND WROUGHT ME A DEATHLY WRONG I VOWED ONE DAY I WOULD WELL REPAY BUT THE HEFT OF HIS HATE WAS STRONG HE THONGED ME EAST AND HE THONGED ME WEST HE HARRIED ME BACK AND FORTH TILL I FLED IN FRIGHT FROM HIS PEERLESS SIGHT TO THE BLEAK BALD HEADED NORTH AND THERE I LAY AND FOR MANY A DAY I HATCHED PLAN AFTER PLAN FOR A GOLDEN HALL OF THE WHEREWITHAL TO CRUSH AND KILL MY MAN AND THERE I STROVE AND THERE I CLOVE THROUGH THE DRIFT OF ICY STREAMS AND THERE I FOUGHT AND THERE I SOUGHT FOR THE PASTRY OF MY DREAMS SO TWENTY YEARS WITH THEIR HOPES AND FEARS AND SMILES AND TEARS AND SUCH WENT BY AND LEFT ME LONG BEREFT OF HOPE OF THE MIDAS TOUCH ABOUT AS FAT AS A CHANCEL RAT AND LO
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