Looking for placer pangar, Loafing about in the hills, Getting your grub with a rifle, Taking your drink from rills. Getting your bed from the spruce tree, Taking your course by your dreams,...
Where the ragged, snow-capped saw tooth Cuts the azure of the sky And watches o'er the lonely land As ages wander by; Where the sentinel pines in grandeur Murmur to the glacier stream...
My trade was old when the world was new, Ere the pyramids rose by the Nile Men quitted their wives, and gave me their goods For the warmth of my kiss, and my smile. For never was wife who could hold her man...