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The Dago Kid he dreamed a dream of his mother's aunt who died   In the dawn light dim she came to him, and she stood by his bedside, And she said: "Go forth to the highest North till a lonely trail ye find; Follow it far and trust your star, and fortune will be kind." THE DAGO KID HE DREAMED A DREAM OF HIS MOTHER'S AUNT WHO DIED IN THE DAWN LIGHT DIM SHE CAME TO HIM AND SHE STOOD BY HIS BEDSIDE AND SHE SAID GO FORTH TO THE HIGHEST NORTH TILL A LONELY TRAIL YE FIND FOLLOW IT FAR AND TRUST YOUR STAR AND FORTUNE WILL BE KIND
e Dago Kid and me. We were the discards of the pack, the foreloopers of Unrest, Reckless spirits of fierce revolt in the ferment of the West. We were bound to win and we revelled in the hardships of the way. We staked our ground and our hopes were crowned, and we hoisted out the pay. We were rich in a day beyond our dreams, it was gold from the grass-roots down; But we weren't used to such sudden wealth, and there was the siren town. We were crude and careless frontiersmen, with much in us of the beast; We could bear the famine worthily, but we lost our heads at the feast. The town looked mighty bright to us, with a bunch of dust to spend, And nothing was half too good them days, and everyone was our friend. Wining meant more than mining then, and life was a dizzy whirl, Gambling and dropping chunks of gold down the neck of a dance-hall girl; Till we went clean mad, it seems to me, and we squandered our last poke, And we sold our claim, and we found ourselves one bitter morning--broke. THE SAILOR'S SWEDE AND THE DAGO KID AND ME WE WERE THE DISCARDS OF THE PACK THE FOUR LOOPERS OF UNREST RECKLESS SPIRITS OF FIERCE REVOLT IN THE FERMENT OF THE WEST WE WERE BOUND TO WIN AND WE REVELLED IN THE HARDSHIPS OF THE WAY WE STAKED OUR GROUND AND OUR HOPES WERE CROWNED AND WE HOISTED OUT THE PAY WE WERE RICH IN A DAY BEYOND OUR DREAMS IT WAS GOLD FROM THE GRASS ROOTS DOWN BUT WE WEREN'T USED TO SUCH SUDDEN WEALTH AND THERE WAS THE SIREN TOWN WE WERE CRUDE AND CARELESS FRONTIERSMEN WITH MUCH IN US OF THE BEAST WE COULD BEAR THE FAMINE WORTHILY BUT WE LOST OUR HEADS AT THE FEAST THE TOWN LOOKED MIGHTY BRIGHT TO US WITH A BUNCH OF DUST TO SPEND AND NOTHING WAS HALF TOO GOOD THEM DAYS AND EVERY ONE WAS OUR FRIEND WHINING MEANT MORE THAN MINING THEN AND LIFE WAS A DIZZY WHIRL GAMBLING AND DROPPING CHUNKS OF GOLD DOWN THE NECK OF A DANCE HALL GIRL TILL WE WENT CLEAN MAD IT SEEMS TO ME AND WE SQUANDERED OUR LAST POKE AND WE SOLD OUR CLAIM AND WE FOUND OURSELVES ONE BITTER MORNING BROKE
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