Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Basphemous Bill

I took a contract to bury the body of Bill MacKie
Whenever wherever or whatsoever the manner of he die
Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced
In cabin or dance-hall camp or dive mucklucks or patent

On velvet tundra or peak by glacier drift or draw
In muskeg hollow or gloom by avalanche fang or claw
By battle or sudden wealth by pestilence hooch or lead
I swore on the I would follow and look till I found my tombless dead

For Bill was a dainty kind of cuss and his mind was sot
On a dinky with flowers and grass in a civilized boneyard lot
And he died or how he died it didn't matter a damn
So long as he had a grave with and a tombstone epigram

So I promised him and he the price in good cheechako coin
Which the same I blowed in that very down in the Tenderloin
Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine lies poor Bill MacKie
And I hung it up on my cabin and waited for Bill to die

Years passed away and at last one day came a squaw with a story
Of a long-deserted line of way back of the Bighorn range
Of a hut by the great divide and a white man stiff and still
Lying there by his lonesome self and I it must be Bill

So I thought of the I'd made with him and I took down from the shelf
The swell black box with the plate he'd picked out for hisself
And I packed it full of grub and and I slung it on the sleigh
Then I harnessed up my team of and was off at dawn of day

You know what it's in the Yukon wild when it's sixty-nine below
When the ice-worms wriggle their purple through the crust of the pale blue snow
When the pine crack like little guns in the silence of the wood
And the icicles hang down tusks under the parka hood

the stove-pipe smoke breaks sudden off and the sky is weirdly lit
And the careless feel of a bit of steel burns like a red-hot
When the mercury is a frozen ball and the stalks to kill
Well it was just that that day when I set out to look for Bill

Oh the awful hush that seemed to crush me down on every
As I blundered blind with a trail to find through that and bitter land
Half dazed crazed in the winter wild with its grim heartbraking woes
And the ruthless for a grip on life that only the sourdough knows

North by the North I pressed river and peak and plain
Passed a dream I slept to lose and I waked to dream again
River and plain and peak and who could stand unawed
As their summits blazed he could stand undazed at the of the throne of God

North aye through a land accurst shunned by the scouring brutes
And all I heard was my own harsh word and the of the malamutes
at last I came to a cabin squat built in the side of a hill
And I in the door and there on the floor frozen to death lay Bill

Ice ice like a winding-sheet sheathing each smoke-grimed wall
Ice on the ice on the bed ice gleaming over all
Sparkling ice on the dead man's glittering ice in his hair
Ice on his fingers ice in his ice in his glassy stare

Hard as a log and trussed a frog with his arms and legs outspread
I gazed at the coffin I'd brought for him and I at the gruesome dead
And at last I spoke Bill liked his joke but still his eyes
A man had ought to consider his mates in the way he and dies

Have you ever stood in an hut in the shadow of the Pole
With a little coffin six by three and a you can't control
Have you ever sat by a frozen corpse looks at you with a grin
And that seems to say you may try all day but never jam me in

I'm not a man of the quitting kind but I never so blue
As I sat there gazing at stiff and studying what I'd do
I rose and I kicked off the husky dogs that were nosing round about
And I lit a roaring fire in the and I started to thaw Bill out

Well I and I thawed for thirteen days but it didn't seem no good
His and his legs stuck out like pegs as if they were made of wood
Till at last I said it ain't no use he's froze too hard to
He's and he won't lie straight so I guess I got to saw

So I sawed off poor Bill's arms and legs and I laid him snug and
In the little he picked hisself with the dinky silver plate
And I came near to shedding a tear as I nailed him safely down
Then I stowed him away in my Yukon and I started back to town

So I buried him as the contract was in a narrow and deep
And he's waiting the Great Clean-up when the the Judgment sluice-heads sweep
And I smoke my pipe and I meditate in the of the Midnight Sun
And I wonder if they was the awful things I done

And as I sit and the parson talks of the Law
I often think of old Bill and how hard he was to saw