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And there was my friend the murderer, and there was my friend the thief, With bracelets of steel around their wrists, and wicked beyond belief: But when they come to God's judgment seat  may I be allowed the brief. AND THERE WAS MY FRIEND THE MURDERER AND THERE WAS MY FRIEND THE THIEF WITH BRACELETS OF STEEL AROUND THEIR WRISTS AND WICKED BEYOND BELIEF BUT WHEN THEY COME TO GOD'S JUDGMENT SEAT MAY I BE ALLOWED THE BRIEF
crunch as their snowshoes sank through the crust of the hollow snow; And my breath would fail, and every beat of my heart was like a blow. And oftentimes I would die the death, yet wake up to life anew; The sun would be all ablaze on the waste, and the sky a blighting blue, And the tears would rise in my snow-blind eyes and furrow my cheeks like dew. And the camps we made when their strength outplayed and the day was pinched and wan; And oh, the joy of that blessed halt, and how I did dread the dawn; And how I hated the weary men who rose and dragged me on. And oh, how I begged to rest, to rest--the snow was so sweet a shroud; And oh, how I cried when they urged me on, cried and cursed them aloud; Yet on they strained, all racked and pained, and sorely their backs were bowed. And then it was all like a lurid dream, and I prayed for a swift release From the ruthless ones who would not leave me to die alone in peace; Till I wakened up and I found myself at the post of the Mounted Police. OE AND THE CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH AS THEIR SNOW SHOES SANK THROUGH THE CRUST OF THE HOLLOW SNOW AND MY BREATH WOULD FAIL AND EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART WAS LIKE A BLOW AND OFTTIMES I WOULD DIE THE DEATH YET WAKE UP TO LIFE ANEW AND THE SUN WOULD BE ALL ABLAZE ON THE WASTE AND THE SKY A BLIGHTING BLUE AND THE TEARS WOULD RISE IN MY SNOW BLIND EYES AND FURROW MY CHEEKS LIKE DEW AND THE CAMPS WE MADE WHEN THEIR STRENGTH OUTPLAYED AND THE DAY WAS PINCHED AND WAN AND OH THE JOY OF THAT BLESSED HALT AND HOW I DID DREAD THE DAWN AND HOW I HATED THE WEARY MEN WHO ROSE AND DRAGGED ME ON AND OH HOW I BEGGED TO REST TO REST THE SNOW WAS SO SWEET A SHROUD AND OH HOW I CRIED WHEN THEY URGED ME ON CRIED AND CURSED THEM ALOUD YET ON THEY STRAINED ALL RACKED AND PAINED AND SORELY THEIR BACKS WERE BOWED AND THEN IT WAS ALL LIKE A LURID DREAM AND I PRAYED FOR A SWIFT RELEASE FROM THE RUTHLESS ONES WHO WOULD NOT LEAVE ME TO DIE ALONE IN PEACE TILL I WAKENED UP AND FOUND MYSELF AT THE POST OF THE MOUNTED POLICE
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