large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/08_myfriends_service_hp_64kb_2
large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/08_myfriends_service_hp_64kb
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My feet were froze, and the lifeless toes were purple and green and gray; The little flesh that clung to my bones, you could punch it in holes like clay; The skin on my gums was a sullen black, and slowly peeling away. MY FEET WERE FROZE AND THE LIFELESS TOES WERE PURPLE AND GREEN AND GRAY THE LITTLE FLESH THAT CLUNG TO MY BONES YOU COULD PUNCH IT IN HOLES LIKE CLAY THE SKIN ON MY GUMS WAS A SULLEN BLACK AND SLOWLY PEELING AWAY
off his poke; he swings it o'er his head; The nuggets fall around their feet like grain. They rattle over roof and wall; they scatter, roll and spread; The dust is like a shower of golden rain. The guests a moment stand aghast, then grovel on the floor; They fight, and snarl, and claw, like beasts of prey; And then, as everybody grabbed and everybody swore, The man from Eldorado slipped away. V. He's the man from Eldorado, and they found him stiff and dead, Half covered by the freezing ooze and dirt. A clotted Colt was in his hand, a hole was in his head, And he wore an old and oily buckskin shirt. His eyes were fixed and horrible, as one who hails the end; The frost had set him rigid as a log; And there, half lying on his breast, his last and only friend, There crouched and whined a mangy yellow dog. My Friends The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief; And I lay there in the bunk between, ailing beyond belief; A weary armful of skin and bone, wasted with pain and grief.  MY FRIENDS BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIBERVOX DOT ORG BY HAIDE PRICE THE MAN ABOVE WAS A MURDERER THE MAN BELOW WAS A THIEF AND I LAY THERE IN THE BUNK BETWEEN AILING BEYOND BELIEF A WEARY ARMFUL OF SKIN AND BONES WASTED WITH PAIN AND GRIEF
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