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God knows what I bore that night when he swore and bade me make tracks from his claim. I started to tell of the horrors of hell, when sudden his eyes lit like coals; And "Chuck it," says he, "don't persecute me with your cant and your saving of souls." GOD KNOWS WHAT I BORE THAT NIGHT WHEN HE SWORE AND BADE ME MAKE TRACKS FROM HIS CLAIM I STARTED TO TELL OF THE HORRORS OF HELL WHEN SUDDEN HIS EYES LIT LIKE COALS AND CHUCK IT SAYS HE DON'T PERSECUTE ME WITH YOUR CANT AND YOUR SAVING OF SOULS
gn 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. God knows what I did he should seek to be rid of one who would save him from shame.  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 GOD KNOWS WHAT I DID HE SHOULD SEEK TO BE RID OF ONE WHO WOULD SAVE HIM FROM SHAME
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