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The Fools of Forty-Nine |
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And those that died while crossing the plains fared
not so well as that, For a hole was dug and they thrown in along the
miserable Platte.
The ships at last began to arrive and the people began to inquire.
They say that flour is a dollar a pound, do you think it will be any higher?
And to carry their blankets and sleep outdoors, it seemed so very droll!
Both tired and mad, without a cent, they damned the lousy hole. |
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