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large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/06_balladofblasphemousbill_service_hp_64kb
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Years passed away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange, Of a long deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range; Of a little hut by the great divide, and a white man stiff and still, Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill. YEARS PASSED AWAY AND AT LAST ONE DAY CAME A SQUAW WITH A STORY STRANGE OF A LONG DESERTED LINE OF TRAPS WAY BACK OF THE BIGHORN RANGE OF A LITTLE HUT BY THE GREAT DIVIDE AND A WHITE MAN STIFF AND STILL LYING THERE BY HIS LONESOME SELF AND I FIGURED IT MUST BE BILL
emous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die-- Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon; In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon; On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier, drift or draw; In muskeg hollow or canyon gloom, by avalanche, fang or claw; By battle, murder or sudden wealth, by pestilence, hooch or lead-- I swore on the Book I would follow and look till I found my tombless dead. For Bill was a dainty kind of cuss, and his mind was mighty sot On a dinky patch with flowers and grass in a civilized bone-yard lot. And where he died or how he died, it didn't matter a damn So long as he had a grave with frills and a tombstone "epigram". So I promised him, and he paid the price in good cheechako coin (Which the same I blowed in that very night down in the Tenderloin). Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine: "Here lies poor Bill MacKie", And I hung it up on my cabin wall and I waited for Bill to die.  A CONTRACT TO BURY THE BODY OF BLASPHEMOUS BILL MACKAY WHENEVER WHEREVER OR WHATSOEVER THE MANNER OF DEATH HE DIE WHETHER HE DIE IN THE LIGHT O DAY OR UNDER THE PEAK FACED MOON IN CABIN OR DANCE HALL CAMP OR DIVE MUCKLUCKS OR PATENT SHOON ON VELVET TUNDRA OR VIRGIN PEAK BY GLACIER DRIFT OR DRAW IN MUSKEG HOLLOW OR CANYON GLOOM BY AVALANCHE FANG OR CLAW BY BATTLE MURDER OR SUDDEN WEALTH BY PESTILENCE HOOCH OR LEAD I SWORE ON THE BOOK I WOULD FOLLOW AND LOOK TILL I FOUND MY TOMBLESS DEAD FOR BILL WAS A DAINTY KIND OF CUSS AND HIS MIND WAS MIGHTY SOT ON A DINKY PATCH WITH FLOWERS AND GRASS IN A CIVILIZED BONE YARD LOT AND WHERE HE DIED OR HOW HE DIED IT DIDN'T MATTER A DAMN SO LONG AS HE HAD A GRAVE WITH FRILLS AND A TOMBSTONE EPIGRAM SO I PROMISED HIM AND HE PAID THE PRICE IN GOOD CHEECHAKO COIN WHICH THE SAME I BLOWED IN THAT VERY NIGHT DOWN IN THE TENDERLOIN THEN I PAINTED A THREE FOOT SLAB OF PINE HERE LIES POOR BILL MACKAY AND I HUNG IT UP ON MY CABIN WALL AND WAITED FOR BILL TO DIE
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