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Never were hearts so uplifted, never were hopes so high. The spectral shores flitted past us, and every whirl of the screw Hurled us nearer to fortune, and ever we planned what we'd do   Do with the gold when we got it  big, shiny nuggets like plums, There in the sand of the river, gouging it out with our thumbs. NEVER WERE HEARTS SO UPLIFTED NEVER WERE HOPES SO HIGH THE SPECTRAL SHORES FLITTED PAST US AND EVERY WHIRL OF THE SCREW HURLED US NEARER TO FORTUNE AND EVER WE PLANNED WHAT WE'D DO DO WITH THE GOLD WHEN WE GOT IT BIG SHINY NUGGETS LIKE PLUMS THERE IN THE SAND OF THE RIVER GOUGING IT OUT WITH OUR THUMBS
. The Trail of Ninety-Eight I. Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with the faith of fools. Fearless, unfound, unfitted, far from the night and the cold, Heard we the clarion summons, followed the master-lure--Gold! Men from the sands of the Sunland; men from the woods of the West; Men from the farms and the cities, into the Northland we pressed. Graybeards and striplings and women, good men and bad men and bold, Leaving our homes and our loved ones, crying exultantly--"Gold!" Never was seen such an army, pitiful, futile, unfit; Never was seen such a spirit, manifold courage and grit. Never has been such a cohort under one banner unrolled As surged to the ragged-edged Arctic, urged by the arch-tempter--Gold. "Farewell!" we cried to our dearests; little we cared for their tears. "Farewell!" we cried to the humdrum and the yoke of the hireling years; Just like a pack of school-boys, and the big crowd cheered us good-bye. OF NINETY EIGHT BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIEBERVOXDAD ORG BY HAIDEY PRICE GOLD WE LEAPED FROM OUR BENCHES GOLD WE SPRANG FROM OUR STOOLS GOLD WE WHEELED IN THE FURROW FIRED WITH THE FAITH OF FOOLS FEARLESS UNFOUND UNFITTED FAR FROM THE NIGHT AND THE COLD HEARD WE THE CLARION SUMMONS FOLLOWED THE MASTER LURE GOLD MEN FROM THE SANDS OF THE SUNLAND MEN FROM THE WOODS OF THE WEST MEN FROM THE FARMS AND THE CITIES INTO THE NORTHLAND WE PRESSED GRAYBEARDS AND STRIPLINGS AND WOMEN GOOD MEN AND BAD MEN AND BOLD LEAVING OUR HOMES AND OUR LOVED ONES CRYING EXULTANTLY GOLD NEVER WAS SEEN SUCH AN ARMY PITIFUL FUTILE UNFIT NEVER WAS SEEN SUCH A SPIRIT MANIFOLD COURAGE AND GRIT NEVER HAS BEEN SUCH A COHORT UNDER ONE BANNER UNROLLED AS SURGED TO THE RAGGED EDGED ARCTIC URGED BY THE ARCH TEMPTER GOLD FAREWELL WE CRIED TO OUR DEARESTS LITTLE WE CARED FOR THEIR TEARS FAREWELL WE CRIED TO THE HUMDRUM AND THE YOKE OF THE HIRELING YEARS JUST LIKE A PACK OF SCHOOLBOYS AND THE BIG CROWD CHEERED US GOOD BYE
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