Lirik Lagu The Ballad Of One-eyed Mike - Hank Snow
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This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;As the Northlights gleamed and curved and streamed, and the bottle of "hooch" was dry.
A man once aimed that my life be shamed, and wrought me a deathly wrong;I vowed one day I would well repay, but the heft of his hate was strong.He thonged me East and he thonged me West; he harried me back and forth,Till I fled in fright from his peerless spite to the bleak, bald-headed North.
And there I lay, and for many a day I hatched plan after plan,For a golden haul of the wherewithal to crush and to kill my man;And there I strove, and there I clove through the drift of icy streams;And there I fought, and there I sought for the pay-streak of my dreams.
So twenty years, with their hopes and fears and smiles and tears and such,Went by and left me long bereft of hope of the Midas touch;About as fat as a chancel rat, and lo! despite my will,In the weary fight I had clean lost sight of the man I sought to kill.
'Twas so far away, that evil day when I prayed to the Prince of GloomFor the savage strength and the sullen length of life to work his doom.Nor sign nor word had I seen or heard, and it happed so long ago;My youth was gone and my memory wan, and I willed it even so.
It fell one night in the waning light by the Yukon's oily flow,I smoked and sat as I marvelled at the sky's port-winey glow;Till it paled away to an absinthe gray, and the river seemed to shrink,All wobbly flakes and wriggling snakes and goblin eyes a-wink.
'Twas weird to see and it 'wildered me in a queer, hypnotic dream,Till I saw a spot like an inky blot come floating down the stream;It bobbed and swung; it sheered and hung; it romped round in a ring;It seemed to play in a tricksome way; it sure was a merry thing.
In freakish flights strange oily lights came fluttering round its head,Like butterflies of a monster size
A man once aimed that my life be shamed, and wrought me a deathly wrong;I vowed one day I would well repay, but the heft of his hate was strong.He thonged me East and he thonged me West; he harried me back and forth,Till I fled in fright from his peerless spite to the bleak, bald-headed North.
And there I lay, and for many a day I hatched plan after plan,For a golden haul of the wherewithal to crush and to kill my man;And there I strove, and there I clove through the drift of icy streams;And there I fought, and there I sought for the pay-streak of my dreams.
So twenty years, with their hopes and fears and smiles and tears and such,Went by and left me long bereft of hope of the Midas touch;About as fat as a chancel rat, and lo! despite my will,In the weary fight I had clean lost sight of the man I sought to kill.
'Twas so far away, that evil day when I prayed to the Prince of GloomFor the savage strength and the sullen length of life to work his doom.Nor sign nor word had I seen or heard, and it happed so long ago;My youth was gone and my memory wan, and I willed it even so.
It fell one night in the waning light by the Yukon's oily flow,I smoked and sat as I marvelled at the sky's port-winey glow;Till it paled away to an absinthe gray, and the river seemed to shrink,All wobbly flakes and wriggling snakes and goblin eyes a-wink.
'Twas weird to see and it 'wildered me in a queer, hypnotic dream,Till I saw a spot like an inky blot come floating down the stream;It bobbed and swung; it sheered and hung; it romped round in a ring;It seemed to play in a tricksome way; it sure was a merry thing.
In freakish flights strange oily lights came fluttering round its head,Like butterflies of a monster size
