If I’d been a sourdough in ’98
I’d have climbed to Chilkoot Pass
With a fever to strike it rich in gold
Along with the rest of the mass.
I’d have been an old sourdough with enough grubstake
To make all other men nervous
Then instead of panning for gold
I would emulate Robert Service.
I’d have climbed to Chilkoot Pass
With a fever to strike it rich in gold
Along with the rest of the mass.
I’d have been an old sourdough with enough grubstake
To make all other men nervous
Then instead of panning for gold
I would emulate Robert Service.
THE SOURDOUGH
By: Frederick Laird
By: Frederick Laird
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