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I shadowed him down to the scrofulous town; I dragged him from dissolute brawls; But I killed the galoot when he started to shoot electricity into my walls. I SHADOWED HIM DOWN INTO THE SCARFULEST TOWN I DRAGGED HIM FROM DISSOLUTE BRAWLS BUT I KILLED THE GALOOT WHEN HE STARTED TO SHOOT ELECTRICITY INTO MY WALLS
side the hole where he had stumbled in: "Here met his fate by evil luck a man who lived in sin, And to the one who loves me least I leave this black fox skin." And strange it is; for, though they searched the river all around, No trace or sign of black fox skin was ever after found; Though one man said he saw the tread of HOOFS deep in the ground. The Ballad of Pious Pete _"The North has got him."_ --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I grieved for his fate, and early and late I watched over him like a kid. I gave him excuse, I bore his abuse in every way that I could; I swore to prevail; I camped on his trail; I plotted and planned for his good. By day and by night I strove in men's sight to gather him into the fold, With precept and prayer, with hope and despair, in hunger and hardship and cold. I followed him into Gehennas of sin, I sat where the sirens sit; In the shade of the Pole, for the sake of his soul, I strove with the powers of the Pit.  THE BALLAD OF PIOUS PETE BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIEBERVOX DOT ORG BY HAIDEY PRICE THE NORTH HAS GOT HIM A UCHANISM I TRIED TO REFINE THAT NEIGHBOUR OF MINE HONEST TO GOD I DID I GRIEVED FOR HIS FATE AND EARLY AND LATE I WATCHED OVER HIM LIKE A KID I GAVE HIM EXCUSE I BORE HIS ABUSE IN EVERY WAY THAT I COULD I SWORE TO PREVAIL I CAMPED ON HIS TRAIL I PLOTTED AND PLANNED FOR HIS GOOD BY DAY AND BY NIGHT I STROVE IN MEN'S SIGHT TO GATHER HIM INTO THE FOLD WITH PRECEPT AND PRAYER WITH HOPE AND DESPAIR IN HUNGER AND HARDSHIP AND COLD I FOLLOWED HIM INTO GEHENNAS OF SIN I SAT WHERE THE SIRENS SIT IN THE SHADE OF THE POLE FOR THE SAKE OF HIS SOUL I STROVE WITH THE POWERS OF THE PIT
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