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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 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
e year of the Big Stampede and the trail of Ninety-eight, When the eyes of the world were turned to the North, and the hearts of men elate; Hearts of the old dare-devil breed thrilled at the wondrous strike, And to every man who could hold a pan came the message, "Up and hike". Well, I was there with the best of them, and I knew I would not fail. You wouldn't believe it to see me now; but wait till you've heard my tale. You've read of the trail of Ninety-eight, but its woe no man may tell; It was all of a piece and a whole yard wide, and the name of the brand was "Hell". We heard the call and we staked our all; we were plungers playing blind, And no man cared how his neighbor fared, and no man looked behind; For a ruthless greed was born of need, and the weakling went to the wall, And a curse might avail where a prayer would fail, and the gold lust crazed us all. Bold were we, and they called us three the "Unholy Trinity"; There was Ole Olson, the sailor Swede, and the Dago Kid and me. NORTHERN LIGHTS REMEMBER THE YEAR OF THE BIG STAMPEDE AND THE TRAIL OF NINETY EIGHT WHEN THE EYES OF THE WORLD WERE TURNED TO THE NORTH AND THE HEARTS OF MEN ELATE HEARTS OF THE OLD DARE DEVIL BREED THRILLED OUT OF WONDROUS STRIKE AND TO EVERY MAN WHO COULD HOLD A PAN CAME THE MESSAGE UP AND HIKE WHILE I WAS THERE WITH THE BEST OF THEM AND I KNEW I WOULD NOT FAIL YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT TO SEE ME NOW BUT WAIT TILL YOU'VE HEARD MY TALE YOU'VE READ OF THE TRAIL OF NINETY EIGHT BUT IT'S WOE NO MAN MAY TELL IT WAS ALL OF A PIECE AND A WHOLE YARD WIDE AND THE NAME OF THE BRAND WAS HELL WE HEARD THE CALL AND WE STAKED OUR ALL WE WERE PLUNGERS PLAYING BLIND AND NO MAN CARED HOW HIS NEIGHBOUR FARED AND NO MAN LOOKED BEHIND FOR A RUTHLESS GREED WAS BORN OF NEED AND THE WEAKLING WENT TO THE WALL AND A CURSE MIGHT AVAIL WHERE A PRAYER WOULD FAIL AND THE GODLESS CRAZED US ALL BOLD WERE WE AND THEY CALLED US THREE THE UNHOLY TRINITY THERE WAS OLD OLSEN AND THE SAILOR'S SWEDE AND THE DAGO KID AND ME
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