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large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/08_myfriends_service_hp_64kb
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But no; they brewed me the green spruce tea, and nursed me there like a child; And the homicide he was good to me, and bathed my sores and smiled; And the thief he starved that I might be fed, and his eyes were kind and mild. BUT NO THEY BREWED ME THE GREEN SPRUCE TEA AND NURSED ME THERE LIKE A CHILD AND THE HOMICIDE HE WAS GOOD TO ME AND BATHED MY SORES AND SMILED AND THE THIEF HE STARVED THAT I MIGHT BE FED AND HIS EYES WERE KIND AND MILD
 from Eldorado, and they found him stiff and dead, Half covered by the freezing ooze and dirt. A clotted Colt was in his hand, a hole was in his head, And he wore an old and oily buckskin shirt. His eyes were fixed and horrible, as one who hails the end; The frost had set him rigid as a log; And there, half lying on his breast, his last and only friend, There crouched and whined a mangy yellow dog. My Friends The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief; And I lay there in the bunk between, ailing beyond belief; A weary armful of skin and bone, wasted with pain and grief. My feet were froze, and the lifeless toes were purple and green and gray; The little flesh that clung to my bones, you could punch it in holes like clay; The skin on my gums was a sullen black, and slowly peeling away. I was sure enough in a direful fix, and often I wondered why They did not take the chance that was left and leave me alone to die, Or finish me off with a dose of dope--so utterly lost was I.  MY FRIENDS BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIBERVOX DOT ORG BY HAIDE PRICE THE MAN ABOVE WAS A MURDERER THE MAN BELOW WAS A THIEF AND I LAY THERE IN THE BUNK BETWEEN AILING BEYOND BELIEF A WEARY ARMFUL OF SKIN AND BONES WASTED WITH PAIN AND GRIEF MY FEET WERE FROZE AND THE LIFELESS TOES WERE PURPLE AND GREEN AND GRAY THE LITTLE FLESH THAT CLUNG TO MY BONES YOU COULD PUNCH IT IN HOLES LIKE CLAY THE SKIN ON MY GUMS WAS A SULLEN BLACK AND SLOWLY PEELING AWAY I WAS SURE ENOUGH IN A DIRE FIX AND OFTEN I WONDERED WHY THEY DID NOT TAKE THE CHANCE THAT WAS LEFT AND LEAVE ME ALONE TO DIE OR FINISH ME OFF WITH A DOSE OF DOPE SO UTTERLY LOST WAS I
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