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In Pat Mahoney's booze bazaar the fun was fast and free	A
And Ragtime Billy spanked the baby grand	B
While caroling a saucy song was Montreal Maree	A
With sozzled sourdoughs giving her a hand	B
When suddenly erupting in the gay and gilded hall	C
A stranger draped himself upon the bar	A
As in a voice like bedrock grit he hollered Drinks for all	C
And casually lit a long cigar	A
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He bore a battered stetson on the grizzle of his dome	D
And a bunch of inky whiskers on his jaw	E
The suddenly I knew the guy 'twas Black Moran from Nome	D
A guinney like greased lightening on the draw	E
But no one got his number in that wild and wooly throng	F
As they hailed his invitation with eclaw	C
And they crowded round the stranger but I knew something was wrong	F
When in there stomped the Sheriff Red McGraw	E
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Now Red McGraw from Arkansaw was noted for his spunk	G
He had a dozen notches on his gun	H
And whether he was sober or whether he was drunk	G
He kept the lousy outlaws on the run	H
So now he shouts Say boys there's been a hold up Hunker Way	I
And by this poke I'm throwin' on the bar	A
I bet I'll get the bastard braced before another day	I
Or send him where a dozen others are	A
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He banged the bag of gold dust on the bar for all to see	A
When in a lazy drawl the stranger spoke	J
As I'm the man you're lookin' for an feelin' mighty free	A
I reckon Sheriff I'll jest take yer poke	J
It's pleasant meetin' you like this an' talkin' man to man	K
For all the North had heard o' Ref McGraw	E
I'm glad to make ye eat yer words since I am Black Moran	K
An' no man livin' beats me on the draw	E
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And as they boldly bellied each man's hand was on his rod	L
Yet at that dreaded name the Sheriff knew	M
A single fumbling movement and he'd go to meet his God	L
The which he had no great desire to do	M
So there they stood like carven wood and hushed was every breath	N
We watched them glaring staring eye to eye	O
But neither drew for either knew a second split meant death	N
And so a minute two three three went by	O
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The sweat pricked on the Sheriff's brow as suddenly he broke	J
And limp and weak he wilted to the floor	A
And then the stranger's hand shot out and grabbed the heavy poke	J
As jeeringly he backed up to the door	A
Say folks he cried I'm off downstream no more of me you'll see	A
But let me state the job was pretty raw	A
The guy that staged the robbery he thought to pin on me	A
Was your bastard Sheriff Red McGraw	E

Robert Service

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