Part 1

Produced by A. Light

BALLADS OF A CHEECHAKO

by Robert W. Service

BALLADS OF A CHEECHAKO

by Robert W. Service

Author of "The Spell of the Yukon"

CONTENTS:

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,