large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/07_balladofone-eyedmike_service_hp_64kb_4
large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/07_balladofone-eyedmike_service_hp_64kb
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And here I swear by this Cross I wear, I heard that "floater" say: "I am the man from whom you ran, the man you sought to slay. AND HERE I SWEAR BY THIS CROSS I WEAR I HEARD THAT FLOATER SAY I AM THE MAN FROM WHOM YOU RAN THE MAN YOU SOUGHT TO SLAY
at as I marvelled at the sky's port-winey glow; Till it paled away to an absinthe gray, and the river seemed to shrink, All wobbly flakes and wriggling snakes and goblin eyes a-wink. 'Twas weird to see and it 'wildered me in a queer, hypnotic dream, Till I saw a spot like an inky blot come floating down the stream; It bobbed and swung; it sheered and hung; it romped round in a ring; It seemed to play in a tricksome way; it sure was a merry thing. In freakish flights strange oily lights came fluttering round its head, Like butterflies of a monster size--then I knew it for the Dead. Its face was rubbed and slicked and scrubbed as smooth as a shaven pate; In the silver snakes that the water makes it gleamed like a dinner-plate. It gurgled near, and clear and clear and large and large it grew; It stood upright in a ring of light and it looked me through and through. It weltered round with a woozy sound, and ere I could retreat, With the witless roll of a sodden soul it wantoned to my feet. N'S OILY FLOW I SMOKED AND SAT AS I MARVELLED AT THE SKY'S PORTWINEY GLOW TILL IT PALED AWAY TO AN ABSINTHE GRAY AND THE RIVER SEEMED TO SHRINK ALL WOBBLY FLAKES AND WRIGGLING SNAKES AND GOBLIN EYES A WINK TWAS WEIRD TO SEE AND IT BEWILDERED ME IN A QUEER HYPNOTIC DREAM TILL I SAW A SPOT LIKE AN INKY BLOT COME FLOATING DOWN THE STREAM IT BOBBED AND SWUNG IT SHEARED AND HUNG IT ROMPED ROUND IN A RING SEEMED TO PLAY IN A TRICKSOM WAY IT SURE WAS A MERRY THING IN FREAKISH FLIGHTS STRANGE OILY LIGHTS CAME FLUTTERING ROUND ITS HEAD LIKE BUTTERFLIES OF A MONSTER SIZE THEN I KNEW IT FOR THE DEAD ITS FACE WAS RUBBED AND SLICKED AND SCRUBBED AS SMOOTH AS A SHAVEN PATE IN THE SILVER SNAKES THAT THE WATER MAKES IT GLEAMED LIKE A DINNER PLATE IT GURGLED NEAR AND CLEAR AND CLEAR AND LARGE AND LARGE IT GREW IT STOOD UPRIGHT IN A RING OF LIGHT AND IT LOOKED ME THROUGH AND THROUGH IT WELTERED ROUND WITH A WOOZY SOUND AND ERE I COULD RETREAT WITH THE WITLESS ROLL OF A SODDEN SOUL IT WANTONED TO MY FEET
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