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The Ballad of One Eyed Mike _This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my pipe in the camp fire light, and the Glories swept the sky; As the Northlights gleamed and curved and streamed, and the bottle of "hooch" was dry. RVOX DOTWORK BY HAIDEY PRICE THIS IS THE TALE THAT WAS TOLD TO ME BY THE MAN WITH THE CRYSTAL EYE AS I SMOKED MY PIPE IN THE CAMP FIRELIGHT AND THE GLORY SWEPT THE SKY AS THE NORTH LIGHTS GLEAMED AND CURVED AND STREAMED AND THE BOTTLE OF HOOCH WAS DRY
 the stove, and I started to thaw Bill out. Well, I thawed and thawed for thirteen days, but it didn't seem no good; His arms and legs stuck out like pegs, as if they was made of wood. Till at last I said: "It ain't no use--he's froze too hard to thaw; He's obstinate, and he won't lie straight, so I guess I got to--SAW." So I sawed off poor Bill's arms and legs, and I laid him snug and straight In the little coffin he picked hisself, with the dinky silver plate; And I came nigh near to shedding a tear as I nailed him safely down; Then I stowed him away in my Yukon sleigh, and I started back to town. So I buried him as the contract was in a narrow grave and deep, And there he's waiting the Great Clean-up, when the Judgment sluice-heads sweep; And I smoke my pipe and I meditate in the light of the Midnight Sun, And sometimes I wonder if they WAS, the awful things I done. And as I sit and the parson talks, expounding of the Law, I often think of poor old Bill--AND HOW HARD HE WAS TO SAW.   THE BALLAD OF ONE EYED MIKE BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIVE
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