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large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/03_balladofnorthernlights_service_hp_64kb
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You've read of the trail of Ninety eight, but its woe no man may tell; It was all of a piece and a whole yard wide, and the name of the brand was "Hell". YOU'VE READ OF THE TRAIL OF NINETY EIGHT BUT IT'S WOE NO MAN MAY TELL IT WAS ALL OF A PIECE AND A WHOLE YARD WIDE AND THE NAME OF THE BRAND WAS HELL
om the sodden slum. Look me all over from head to foot; how much would you think I was worth? A dollar? a dime? a nickel? Why, I'M THE WEALTHIEST MAN ON EARTH. No, don't you think that I'm off my base. You'll sing a different tune If only you'll let me spin my yarn. Come over to this saloon; Wet my throat--it's as dry as chalk, and seeing as how it's you, I'll tell the tale of a Northern trail, and so help me God, it's true. I'll tell of the howling wilderness and the haggard Arctic heights, Of a reckless vow that I made, and how I STAKED THE NORTHERN LIGHTS. Remember the year of the Big Stampede and the trail of Ninety-eight, When the eyes of the world were turned to the North, and the hearts of men elate; Hearts of the old dare-devil breed thrilled at the wondrous strike, And to every man who could hold a pan came the message, "Up and hike". Well, I was there with the best of them, and I knew I would not fail. You wouldn't believe it to see me now; but wait till you've heard my tale.  THE HOLLOW NEEDLE PARD SPEWED FROM THE SODDEN SLUM LOOK AT ME ALL OVER FROM HEAD TO FOOT HOW MUCH WOULD YOU THINK I WAS WORTH A DOLLAR A DIME A NICKEL WHY I'M THE WEALTHIEST MAN ON EARTH NO DON'T YOU THINK THAT I'M OFF MY BASE YOU'LL SING A DIFFERENT TUNE IF ONLY YOU'LL LET ME SPIN MY YARN COME OVER TO THIS SALOON WET MY THROAT IT'S DRY AS CHALK AND SEEING AS HOW IT'S YOU I'LL TELL THE TALE OF A NORTHERN TRAIL AND SO HELP ME GOD IT'S TRUE I'LL TELL OF THE HOWLING WILDERNESS AND THE HAGGARD ARCTIC HEIGHTS OF A RECKLESS VOW THAT I MADE AND HOW I STAKED THE NORTHERN LIGHTS REMEMBER THE YEAR OF THE BIG STAMPEDE AND THE TRAIL OF NINETY EIGHT WHEN THE EYES OF THE WORLD WERE TURNED TO THE NORTH AND THE HEARTS OF MEN ELATE HEARTS OF THE OLD DARE DEVIL BREED THRILLED OUT OF WONDROUS STRIKE AND TO EVERY MAN WHO COULD HOLD A PAN CAME THE MESSAGE UP AND HIKE WHILE I WAS THERE WITH THE BEST OF THEM AND I KNEW I WOULD NOT FAIL YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT TO SEE ME NOW BUT WAIT TILL YOU'VE HEARD MY TALE
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