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Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank	A
That's staked out nigh three hundred claims and every one a blank	A
That's followed every fool stampede and seen the rise and fall	B
Of camps where men got gold in chunks and he got none at all	B
That's prospected a bit of ground and sold it for a song	C
To see it yield a fortune to some fool that came along	C
That's sunk a dozen bed rock holes and not a speck in sight	D
Yet sees them take a million from the claims to left and right	D
Now aren't things like that enough to drive a man to booze	E
But Hard Luck Smith was hoodoo proof he knew the way to lose	E
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'Twas in the fall of nineteen four leap year I've heard them say	F
When Hard Luck came to Hunker Creek and took a hillside lay	F
And lo as if to make amends for all the futile past	G
Late in the year he struck it rich the real pay streak at last	G
The riffles of his sluicing box were choked with speckled earth	H
And night and day he worked that lay for all that he was worth	H
And when in chill December's gloom his lucky lease expired	I
He found that he had made a stake as big as he desired	J
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One day while meditating on the waywardness of fate	K
He felt the ache of lonely man to find a fitting mate	K
A petticoated pard to cheer his solitary life	L
A woman with soft soothing ways a confidant a wife	L
And while he cooked his supper on his little Yukon stove	M
He wished that he had staked a claim in Love's rich treasure trove	M
When suddenly he paused and held aloft a Yukon egg	N
For there in pencilled letters was the magic name of Peg	N
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You know these Yukon eggs of ours some pink some green some blue	O
A dollar per assorted tints assorted flavors too	O
The supercilious cheechako might designate them high	P
But one acquires a taste for them and likes them by and by	P
Well Hard Luck Henry took this egg and held it to the light	D
And there was more faint pencilling that sorely taxed his sight	D
At last he made it out and then the legend ran like this	Q
Will Klondike miner write to Peg Plumhollow Squashville Wis	Q
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That night he got to thinking of this far off unknown fair	R
It seemed so sort of opportune an answer to his prayer	R
She flitted sweetly through his dreams she haunted him by day	F
She smiled through clouds of nicotine she cheered his weary way	F
At last he yielded to the spell his course of love he set	S
Wisconsin his objective point his object Margaret	T
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With every mile of sea and land his longing grew and grew	O
He practised all his pretty words and these I fear were few	O
At last one frosty evening with a cold chill down his spine	U
He found himself before her house the threshold of the shrine	U
His courage flickered to a spark then glowed with sudden flame	V
He knocked he heard a welcome word she came his goddess came	V
Oh she was fair as any flower and huskily he spoke	W
I'm all the way from Klondike with a mighty heavy poke	W
I'm looking for a lassie one whose Christian name is Peg	N
Who sought a Klondike miner and who wrote it on an egg	N
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The lassie gazed at him a space her cheeks grew rosy red	X
She gazed at him with tear bright eyes then tenderly she said	X
Yes lonely Klondike miner it is true my name is Peg	N
It's also true I longed for you and wrote it on an egg	N
My heart went out to someone in that land of night and cold	Y
But oh I fear that Yukon egg must have been mighty old	Y
I waited long I hoped and feared you should have come before	Z
I've been a wedded woman now for eighteen months or more	Z
I'm sorry since you've come so far you ain't the one that wins	A2
But won't you take a step inside I'll let you see the twins	A2

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