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In less time than it takes to tell it, We were into the Great White Death, With its millions of frozen snowflakes A takin' away our breath. IN LESS TIME THAN IT TAKES TO TELL IT WE WERE INTO THE GREAT WHITE DEATH WITH ITS MILLIONS OF FROZEN SNOWFLAKES A TAKING AWAY OUR BREATH
nd hard; And 'taint that so much as a feelin' I have; Anyhow, keep your eye on him, pard." One day when the mercury wuz way out of sight, And the frost it wuz on every nail, With jist the mail sack and specie box, The greaser and I hit the trail. We picked two passengers up at Big Pine, And while the broncos were changed that day I noticed them havin' a sneakin' chat With the greaser from down Monterey. Did you ever hear tell of the Great White Death, That creeps down the mountain side, Leavin' behind it a ghastly track Whar those who have met it died? Wall, pard, as true as I'm a-livin', No man wants to see it twice; White and grim as a funeral shroud, A mass of mist and ice. Wall, we hadn't got far from the Big Pine relay When my hair it commenced to rise, For I saw across by the Lone Bear spur A cloud of most monstrous size. And the greaser acted sort of peculiar, And the broncos commenced to neigh; Wall, some thoughts went through my mind jist then I won't forgit till my dyin' day.  YELLER AN HIS FACE IS SULLEN AN HARD AN TAIN'T THAT SO MUCH AS A FEELIN I HAVE ANYHOW KEEP YOUR EYE ON IMPARD ONE DAY WHEN THE MERCURY WAS WAY OUT O SIGHT AND THE FROST WAS ON EVERY NAIL WITH JEST THE MAIL SACK IN THE SPECIE BOX THE GREASER AND I HIT THE TRAIL WE PICKED TWO PASSENGERS UP AT BIG PINE AND WHILE THE BRONCOS WERE CHANGED THAT DAY I NOTICED THEM HAVIN A SNEAKING CHAT WITH THE GREASER FROM DOWN MONTEREY DID YOU EVER HEAR TELL OF THE GREAT WHITE DEATH THAT CREEPS DOWN THE MOUNTAIN SIDE LEAVING BEHIND IT A GHASTLY TRACK WHERE THOSE WHO MET IT HAVE DIED WELL PARDNER AS TRUE AS I'M A LIVING NO MAN WANTS TO SEE IT TWICE WHITE AND GRIM IS A FUNERAL SHROUD A MASS OF MIST AND ICE WELL WE HADN'T GOT FAR FROM THE BIG PINE RELAY WHEN MY HAIR IT COMMENCED TO RISE FOR I SAW ACROSS BY THE LONE BARE SPUR A CLOUD OF MOST MONSTROUS SIZE AND THE GREASER ACTED SORT OF PECULIAR AND THE BRONCOS COMMENCED TO NEIGH WELL SOME THOUGHTS WENT THROUGH MY MIND JUST THEN I WON'T FORGET TILL MY DYING DAY
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