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All at once a figure on hossback Cum a whoopin' it down the trail, And bullets from out of a Winchester Commenced to fly like hail. The greaser and them two passengers Cashed in their chips to him, Fer the feller what wuz doin' the shootin' Wuz my friend, Yosemite Jim. ALL AT ONCE A FIGURE ON HORSEBACK COME A WHOOPIN IT DOWN THE TRAIL AND BULLETS FROM OUT OF A WINCHESTER COMMENCED TO FLY LIKE HAIL THE GRAZER AND THEM TWO PASSENGERS CAST IN THEIR CHEPS TO HIM FOR THE FELLER WHAT WAS DOIN THE SHOOTIN WAS MY FRIEND YOSEMITE JIM
the broncos were changed that day I noticed them havin' a sneakin' chat With the greaser from down Monterey. Did you ever hear tell of the Great White Death, That creeps down the mountain side, Leavin' behind it a ghastly track Whar those who have met it died? Wall, pard, as true as I'm a-livin', No man wants to see it twice; White and grim as a funeral shroud, A mass of mist and ice. Wall, we hadn't got far from the Big Pine relay When my hair it commenced to rise, For I saw across by the Lone Bear spur A cloud of most monstrous size. And the greaser acted sort of peculiar, And the broncos commenced to neigh; Wall, some thoughts went through my mind jist then I won't forgit till my dyin' day. In less time than it takes to tell it, We were into the Great White Death, With its millions of frozen snowflakes A-takin' away our breath. And jist then somethin' happened, pard, The greaser from down Monterey Tried to sneak off with the specie box, Along with the passengers from Big Pine relay. BIG PINE AND WHILE THE BRONCOS WERE CHANGED THAT DAY I NOTICED THEM HAVIN A SNEAKING CHAT WITH THE GREASER FROM DOWN MONTEREY DID YOU EVER HEAR TELL OF THE GREAT WHITE DEATH THAT CREEPS DOWN THE MOUNTAIN SIDE LEAVING BEHIND IT A GHASTLY TRACK WHERE THOSE WHO MET IT HAVE DIED WELL PARDNER AS TRUE AS I'M A LIVING NO MAN WANTS TO SEE IT TWICE WHITE AND GRIM IS A FUNERAL SHROUD A MASS OF MIST AND ICE WELL WE HADN'T GOT FAR FROM THE BIG PINE RELAY WHEN MY HAIR IT COMMENCED TO RISE FOR I SAW ACROSS BY THE LONE BARE SPUR A CLOUD OF MOST MONSTROUS SIZE AND THE GREASER ACTED SORT OF PECULIAR AND THE BRONCOS COMMENCED TO NEIGH WELL SOME THOUGHTS WENT THROUGH MY MIND JUST THEN I WON'T FORGET TILL MY DYING DAY IN LESS TIME THAN IT TAKES TO TELL IT WE WERE INTO THE GREAT WHITE DEATH WITH ITS MILLIONS OF FROZEN SNOWFLAKES A TAKING AWAY OUR BREATH AND JUST THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED TOWARD THE GREASER FROM DOWN MONTEREY TRIED TO SNEAK OFF WITH THE SPECIE BOX ALONG WITH THE PASSENGERS FROM BIG PINE RELAY
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