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God knows what I did he should seek to be rid of one who would save him from shame. GOD KNOWS WHAT I DID HE SHOULD SEEK TO BE RID OF ONE WHO WOULD SAVE HIM FROM SHAME
." And strange it is; for, though they searched the river all around, No trace or sign of black fox skin was ever after found; Though one man said he saw the tread of HOOFS deep in the ground. The Ballad of Pious Pete _"The North has got him."_ --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I grieved for his fate, and early and late I watched over him like a kid. I gave him excuse, I bore his abuse in every way that I could; I swore to prevail; I camped on his trail; I plotted and planned for his good. By day and by night I strove in men's sight to gather him into the fold, With precept and prayer, with hope and despair, in hunger and hardship and cold. I followed him into Gehennas of sin, I sat where the sirens sit; In the shade of the Pole, for the sake of his soul, I strove with the powers of the Pit. I shadowed him down to the scrofulous town; I dragged him from dissolute brawls; But I killed the galoot when he started to shoot electricity into my walls.  THE BALLAD OF PIOUS PETE BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIEBERVOX DOT ORG BY HAIDEY PRICE THE NORTH HAS GOT HIM A UCHANISM I TRIED TO REFINE THAT NEIGHBOUR OF MINE HONEST TO GOD I DID I GRIEVED FOR HIS FATE AND EARLY AND LATE I WATCHED OVER HIM LIKE A KID I GAVE HIM EXCUSE I BORE HIS ABUSE IN EVERY WAY THAT I COULD I SWORE TO PREVAIL I CAMPED ON HIS TRAIL I PLOTTED AND PLANNED FOR HIS GOOD BY DAY AND BY NIGHT I STROVE IN MEN'S SIGHT TO GATHER HIM INTO THE FOLD WITH PRECEPT AND PRAYER WITH HOPE AND DESPAIR IN HUNGER AND HARDSHIP AND COLD I FOLLOWED HIM INTO GEHENNAS OF SIN I SAT WHERE THE SIRENS SIT IN THE SHADE OF THE POLE FOR THE SAKE OF HIS SOUL I STROVE WITH THE POWERS OF THE PIT I SHADOWED HIM DOWN INTO THE SCARFULEST TOWN I DRAGGED HIM FROM DISSOLUTE BRAWLS BUT I KILLED THE GALOOT WHEN HE STARTED TO SHOOT ELECTRICITY INTO MY WALLS
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