Ah the clock is always slow It is later than you think.
Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things. It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
I haled me a woman from the street, Shameless but oh so fair, I bade her sit in the model's seat, And I painted her sitting there.
Oh it is good to ride and run,<br/>To roam the greenwood wild and free;<br/>To hunt, to idle in the sun,<br/>To leap into the laughing sea
A Promise made is a debt unpaid
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars?-Then you've a hunch was the music meant...hunger and night and the stars.
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a rag-time tune; Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew, And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
Wild and wide are my borders, stern as death is my sway; From my ruthless throne I have ruled alone for a million years and a day
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane -- Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore; Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core
Mud is mankind in the moulding, Heaven's mystery unfolding
There's the wretched rent to pay, Yet I glower at pen and ink: Oh, inspire me, Muse, I pray, It is later than you think!