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Light up your pipe again old chum and sit awhile with me	A
I've got to watch the bannock bake how restful is the air	B
You'd little think that we were somewhere north of Sixty three	A
Though where I don't exactly know and don't precisely care	B
The man size mountains palisade us round on every side	C
The river is a flop with fish and ripples silver clear	D
The midnight sunshine brims yon cleft we think it's the Divide	C
We'll get there in a month maybe or maybe in a year	D
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It doesn't matter does it pal We're of that breed of men	E
With whom the world of wine and cards and women disagree	A
Your trouble was a roofless game of poker now and then	E
And raising up my elbow that's what got away with me	A
We're merely Undesirables artistic more or less	F
My horny hands are Chopin wise you quote your Browning well	G
And yet we're fooling round for gold in this damned wilderness	H
The joke is if we found it we would both go straight to hell	G
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Well maybe we won't find it and at least we've got the life	I
We're both as brown as berries and could wrestle with a bear	B
That bannock's raising nicely pal just jab it with your knife	I
Fine specimens of manhood they would reckon us out there	B
It's the tracking and the packing and the poling in the sun	J
It's the sleeping in the open it's the rugged unfaked food	K
It's the snow shoe and the paddle and the campfire and the gun	J
And when I think of what I was I know that it is good	L
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Just think of how we've poled all day up this strange little stream	M
Since life began no eye of man has seen this place before	N
How fearless all the wild things are the banks with goose grass gleam	M
And there's a bronzy musk rat sitting sniffing at his door	N
A mother duck with brood of ten comes squattering along	O
The tawny white winged ptarmigan are flying all about	P
And in that swirly golden pool a restless gleaming throng	O
The trout are waiting till we condescend to take them out	P
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Ah yes it's good I'll bet that there's no doctor like the Wild	Q
Just turn that bannock over there it's getting nicely brown	R
I might be in my grave by now forgotten and reviled	Q
Or rotting like a sickly cur in some far foreign town	R
I might be that vile thing I was it all seems like a dream	M
I owed a man a grudge one time that only life could pay	S
And yet it's half forgotten now how petty these things seem	M
But that's another story pal I'll tell it you some day	S
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How strange two irresponsibles should chum away up here	T
But round the Arctic Circle friends are few and far between	U
We've shared the same camp fire and tent for nigh on seven year	D
And never had a word that wasn't cheering and serene	U
We've halved the toil and split the spoil and borne each other's packs	V
By all the Wild's freemasonry we're brothers tried and true	W
We've swept on danger side by side and fought it back to back	X
And you would die for me old pal and I would die for you	W
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Now there was that time I got lost in Rory Bory Land	Y
How quick the blizzards sweep on one across that Polar sea	A
You formed a rescue crew of One and saw a frozen hand	Y
That stuck out of a drift of snow and partner it was Me	A
But I got even did I not that day the paddle broke	Z
White water on the Coppermine a rock a split canoe	W
Two fellows struggling in the foam one couldn't swim a stroke	Z
A half drowned man I dragged ashore and partner it was You	W
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In Rory Borealis Land the winter's long and black	X
The silence seems a solid thing shot through with wolfish woe	A2
And rowelled by the eager stars the skies vault vastly back	X
And man seems but a little mite on that weird lit plateau	A2
No thing to do but smoke and yarn of wild and misspent lives	B2
Beside the camp fire there we sat what tales you told to me	A
Of love and hate and chance and fate and temporary wives	C2
In Rory Borealis Land beside the Arctic Sea	A
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One yarn you told me in those days I can remember still	D2
It seemed as if I visioned it so sharp you sketched it in	E2
Bellona was the name I think a coast town in Brazil	D2
Where nobody did anything but serenade and sin	E2
I saw it all the jewelled sea the golden scythe of sand	Y
The stately pillars of the palms the feathery bamboo	W
The red roofed houses and the swart sun dominated land	Y
The people ever children and the heavens ever blue	W
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You told me of that girl of yours that blossom of old Spain	F2
All glamour grace and witchery all passion verve and glow	A2
How maddening she must have been You made me see her plain	F2
There by our little camp fire in the silence and the snow	A2
You loved her and she loved you She'd a husband too I think	G2
A doctor chap you told me whom she treated like a dog	H2
A white man living on the beach a hopeless slave to drink	G2
Just turn that bannock over there that's propped against the log	H2
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That story seemed to strike me pal it happens every day	S
You had to go away awhile then somehow it befell	G
The doctor chap discovered gave her up and disappeared	I2
You came back tired of her in time there's nothing more to tell	G
Hist see those willows silvering where swamp and river meet	J2
Just reach me up my rifle quick that's Mister Moose I know	A2
There now I've got him dead to rights but hell we've lots to eat	J2
I don't believe in taking life we'll let the beggar go	A2
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Heigh ho I'm tired the bannock's cooked it's time we both turned in	E2
The morning mist is coral kissed the morning sky is gold	K2
The camp fire's a confessional what funny yarns we spin	E2
It sort of made me think a bit that story that you told	K2
The fig leaf belt and Rory Bory are such odd extremes	L2
Yet after all how very small this old world seems to be	A
Yes that was quite a yarn old pal and yet to me it seems	L2
You missed the point the point is that the doctor chap was ME	A

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