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'" And lo! that night I too did dream of my mother's sister's son, And he said to me: "By the Arctic Sea there's a treasure to be won. AND LO THAT NIGHT I TOO DID DREAM OF MY MOTHER'S SISTER'S SON AND HE SAID TO ME BY THE ARCTIC SEA THERE'S A TREASURE TO BE WON
e lost our heads at the feast. The town looked mighty bright to us, with a bunch of dust to spend, And nothing was half too good them days, and everyone was our friend. Wining meant more than mining then, and life was a dizzy whirl, Gambling and dropping chunks of gold down the neck of a dance-hall girl; Till we went clean mad, it seems to me, and we squandered our last poke, And we sold our claim, and we found ourselves one bitter morning--broke. The Dago Kid he dreamed a dream of his mother's aunt who died-- In the dawn-light dim she came to him, and she stood by his bedside, And she said: "Go forth to the highest North till a lonely trail ye find; Follow it far and trust your star, and fortune will be kind." But I jeered at him, and then there came the Sailor Swede to me, And he said: "I dreamed of my sister's son, who croaked at the age of three. From the herded dead he sneaked and said: `Seek you an Arctic trail; 'Tis pale and grim by the Polar rim, but seek and ye shall not fail. LD BEAR THE FAMINE WORTHILY BUT WE LOST OUR HEADS AT THE FEAST THE TOWN LOOKED MIGHTY BRIGHT TO US WITH A BUNCH OF DUST TO SPEND AND NOTHING WAS HALF TOO GOOD THEM DAYS AND EVERY ONE WAS OUR FRIEND WHINING MEANT MORE THAN MINING THEN AND LIFE WAS A DIZZY WHIRL GAMBLING AND DROPPING CHUNKS OF GOLD DOWN THE NECK OF A DANCE HALL GIRL TILL WE WENT CLEAN MAD IT SEEMS TO ME AND WE SQUANDERED OUR LAST POKE AND WE SOLD OUR CLAIM AND WE FOUND OURSELVES ONE BITTER MORNING BROKE THE DAGO KID HE DREAMED A DREAM OF HIS MOTHER'S AUNT WHO DIED IN THE DAWN LIGHT DIM SHE CAME TO HIM AND SHE STOOD BY HIS BEDSIDE AND SHE SAID GO FORTH TO THE HIGHEST NORTH TILL A LONELY TRAIL YE FIND FOLLOW IT FAR AND TRUST YOUR STAR AND FORTUNE WILL BE KIND BUT I JEERED AT HIM AND THEN THERE CAME THE SAILOR SWEDE TO ME AND HE SAID I DREAMED OF MY SISTER'S SON WHO CROAKED AT THE AGE OF THREE FROM THE HERDED DEAD HE SNEAKED AND SAID SEEK YOU AN ARCTIC TRAIL TIS PALE AND GRIM BY THE POLAR RIM BUT SEEK AND YOU SHALL NOT FAIL
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