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And as I sit and the parson talks, expounding of the Law, I often think of poor old Bill  AND HOW HARD HE WAS TO SAW. AND AS I SIT AND THE PARSON TALKS EXPOUNDING OF THE LAW I OFTEN THINK OF POOR OLD BILL AND HOW HARD HE WAS TO SAW
ying what I'd do. Then I rose and I kicked off the husky dogs that were nosing round about, And I lit a roaring fire in the stove, and I started to thaw Bill out. Well, I thawed and thawed for thirteen days, but it didn't seem no good; His arms and legs stuck out like pegs, as if they was made of wood. Till at last I said: "It ain't no use--he's froze too hard to thaw; He's obstinate, and he won't lie straight, so I guess I got to--SAW." So I sawed off poor Bill's arms and legs, and I laid him snug and straight In the little coffin he picked hisself, with the dinky silver plate; And I came nigh near to shedding a tear as I nailed him safely down; Then I stowed him away in my Yukon sleigh, and I started back to town. So I buried him as the contract was in a narrow grave and deep, And there he's waiting the Great Clean-up, when the Judgment sluice-heads sweep; And I smoke my pipe and I meditate in the light of the Midnight Sun, And sometimes I wonder if they WAS, the awful things I done. AZING AT THAT STIFF AND STUDYING WHAT I'D DO THEN I ROSE AND I KICKED OFF THE HUSKY DOGS THAT WERE NOSING ROUND ABOUT AND I LIT A ROARING FIRE IN THE STOVE AND I STARTED TO THAW BILL OUT WELL I THAWED AND THAWED FOR THIRTEEN DAYS BUT IT DIDN'T SEEM NO GOOD HIS ARMS AND LEGS STUCK OUT LIKE PEGS AS IF THEY WERE MADE OF WOOD TILL AT LAST I SAID IT AIN'T NO USE HE'S FROZE TOO HARD TO THAW HE'S OBSTINATE AND HE WON'T LIE STRAIGHT SO I GUESS I GOT TO SAW SO I SAWED OFF POOR BILL'S ARMS AND LEGS AND I LAID HIM SNUG AND STRAIGHT IN THE LITTLE COFFIN HE'D PICKED HISSELF WITH THE DINKY SILVER PLATE AND I CAME NIGH NEAR TO SHEDDING A TEAR AS I NAILED HIM SAFELY DOWN THEN I STOWED HIM AWAY IN MY YUKON SLEIGH AND I STARTED BACK TO TOWN SO I BURIED HIM AS THE CONTRACT WAS IN A NARROW GRAVE AND DEEP AND THERE HE'S WAITING THE GREAT CLEAN UP WHEN THE JUDGMENT SLUICE HEAD SWEEP AND I SMOKE MY PIPE AND MEDITATE IN THE LIGHT OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN AND SOMETIMES I WONDER IF THEY WAS THE AWFUL THINGS I'D DONE
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