To the Man of the High North
My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming
Men of the High North
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing;
The Ballad of the Northern Lights
One of the Down and Out--that's me. Stare at me well, ay, stare!
The Ballad of the Black Fox Skin
There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame,
The Ballad of Pious Pete
I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did.
The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie,
The Ballad of One-Eyed Mike
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
The Ballad of the Brand
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare,
The Ballad of Hard-Luck Henry
Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank
The Man from Eldorado
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town,
My Friends
The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief;
The Prospector
I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight,
The Black Sheep
Hark to the ewe that bore him:
The Telegraph Operator
I will not wash my face;
The Wood-Cutter
The sky is like an envelope,
The Song of the Mouth-Organ
I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone;
The Trail of Ninety-Eight
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools.
The Ballad of Gum-Boot Ben
He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim.
Clancy of the Mounted Police
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear
Lost
"Black is the sky, but the land is white--
L'Envoi
We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure,