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We called him the King of the Klondike; but / He really was "Mac." / He walked int' Dawson in tatters an' rags, / His frozen feet tied in a pair of ol' bags, / An' perceeded t' go on a couple of jags; / Pack on his back.
He worked empty-bellied f'r many a day, / Pore old Mac! / Stuck tight t' his diggin as if it was play; / With a good game of poker 'till daylight he'd stay -- -- / An' a gun he could han'le. I also might say / He would crack