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Ballads of a Cheechako
Robert W. Service
- To the Man of the High North
- My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming
- I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream,
- Men of the High North
- Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing;
- Islands of opal float on silver seas;
- The Ballad of the Northern Lights
- One of the Down and Out--that's me. Stare at me well, ay, stare!
- Stare and shrink--say! you wouldn't think that I was a millionaire.
- The Ballad of the Black Fox Skin
- There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame,
- When unto them in the Long, Long Night came the man-who-had-no-name;
- The Ballad of Pious Pete
- 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.
- The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill
- I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie,
- Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die--
- The Ballad of One-Eyed Mike
- This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
- As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
- The Ballad of the Brand
- 'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare,
- Tellus, the smith, had taken to wife a maiden amazingly fair;
- The Ballad of Hard-Luck Henry
- Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank
- That's staked out nigh three hundred claims, and every one a blank;
- The Man from Eldorado
- He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town,
- In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt.
- 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;
- The Prospector
- I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight,
- A-purpose to revisit the old claim.
- The Black Sheep
- I'm up on the bally wood-pile at the back of the barracks yard;
- "A damned disgrace to the force, sir", with a comrade standing guard;
- The Telegraph Operator
- I will not wash my face;
- I will not brush my hair;
- The Wood-Cutter
- The sky is like an envelope,
- One of those blue official things;
- The Song of the Mouth-Organ
- I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone;
- I'm beloved by the Legion of the Lost;
- The Trail of Ninety-Eight
- Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools.
- Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with the faith of fools.
- The Ballad of Gum-Boot Ben
- He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim.
- He asked me for a grubstake, and the same I gave to him.
- Clancy of the Mounted Police
- In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear
- That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye to fear;
- "Black is the sky, but the land is white --
- (O the wind, the snow and the storm!) --
- We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure,
- Of men who played the game and lost or won;
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