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Slouching along in smelly rags, a bleary eyed, no good bum; A knight of the hollow needle, pard, spewed from the sodden slum. SLOUCHING ALONG IN SMELLY RAGS A BLEARY EYED NO GOOD BUM A KNIGHT OF THE HOLLOW NEEDLE PARD SPEWED FROM THE SODDEN SLUM
o this faint day the High North is luring Unto her vastness, taintlessly sweet; You who are steel-braced, straight-lipped, enduring, Dreadless in danger and dire in defeat: Honor the High North ever and ever, Whether she crown you, or whether she slay; Suffer her fury, cherish and love her-- He who would rule he must learn to obey. Men of the High North, fierce mountains love you; Proud rivers leap when you ride on their breast. See, the austere sky, pensive above you, Dons all her jewels to smile on your rest. Children of Freedom, scornful of frontiers, We who are weaklings honor your worth. Lords of the wilderness, Princes of Pioneers, Let's have a rouse that will ring round the earth. The Ballad of the Northern Lights One of the Down and Out--that's me. Stare at me well, ay, stare! Stare and shrink--say! you wouldn't think that I was a millionaire. Look at my face, it's crimped and gouged--one of them death-mask things; Don't seem the sort of man, do I, as might be the pal of kings?  THE BALLAD OF THE NORTHERN LIGHTS BY ROBERT SERVICE READFORD LIBERVOCK STODORK BY HAIDEY PRICE ONE OF THE DOWN AND OUT THAT'S ME STARE AT ME WELL A STARE STARE AND SHRINK SAY WOULDN'T YOU THINK THAT I WAS A MILLIONAIRE LOOK AT MY FACE IT'S CRIMPED AND GOUGED ONE OF THEM DEATH MASK THINGS DON'T SEEM THE SORT OF MAN DO I AS MIGHT BE THE PAL OF KINGS
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