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I stay; / But it isn't as if / There wasn't always Hudson's Bay / And the fur trade, / A small skiff / And a paddle blade.
I can just see my tent pegged, / And me on the floor, / Crosslegged, / And a trapper looking in at the door / With furs to sell.