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In the moonless misty night with my little pipe alight	A
I am sitting by the camp fire's fading cheer	B
Oh the dew is falling chill on the dim deer haunted hill	C
And the breakers in the bay are moaning drear	B
The toilful hours are sped the boys are long abed	D
And I alone a weary vigil keep	E
In the sightless sullen sky I can hear the night hawk cry	B
And the frogs in frenzied chorus from the creek	F
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And somehow the embers' glow brings me back the long ago	G
The days of merry laughter and light song	H
When I sped the hours away with the gayest of the gay	I
In the giddy whirl of fashion's festal throng	H
Oh I ran a grilling race and I little recked the pace	J
For the lust of youth ran riot in my blood	K
But at last I made a stand in this God forsaken land	L
Of the pine tree and the mountain and the flood	K
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And now I've got to stay with an overdraft to pay	I
For pleasure in the past with future pain	M
And I'm not the chap to whine for if the chance were mine	N
I know I'd choose the old life once again	O
With its woman's eyes a shine and its flood of golden wine	N
Its fever and its frolic and its fun	P
The old life with its din its laughter and its sin	Q
And chuck me in the gutter when it's done	P
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Ah well it's past and gone and the memory is wan	R
That conjures up each old familiar face	J
And here by fortune hurled I am dead to all the world	S
And I've learned to lose my pride and keep my place	J
My ways are hard and rough and my arms are strong and tough	T
And I hew the dizzy pine till darkness falls	U
And sometimes I take a dive just to keep my heart alive	V
Among the gay saloons and dancing halls	U
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In the distant dinful town just a little drink to drown	W
The cares that crowd and canker in my brain	M
Just a little joy to still set my pulses all a thrill	C
Then back to brutish labour once again	O
And things will go on so until one day I shall know	G
That Death has got me cinched beyond a doubt	X
Then I'll crawl away from sight and morosely in the night	A
My weary wasted life will peter out	X
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Then the boys will gather round and they'll launch me in the ground	Y
And pile the stones the timber wolf to foil	Z
And the moaning pine will wave overhead a nameless grave	A2
Where the black snake in the sunshine loves to coil	Z
And they'll leave me there alone and perhaps with softened tone	B2
Speak of me sometimes in the camp fire's glow	G
As a played out broken chum who has gone to Kingdom Come	C2
And who went the pace in England long ago	G

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