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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508462" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Montreal Maree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've heard of Belching Billy, likewise known as Windy Bill,<br>As punk a chunk of Yukon scum as ever robbed a sluice;<br>A satellite of Soapy Smith, a capper and a shill,<br>A slimy tribute-taker from the Ladies on the Loose.<br>But say, you never heard of how he aimed my gore to spill<br>(That big gorilla gunnin' for a little guy like me,)<br>A-howlin' like a malamute an' ravin' he would drill<br>Me full of holes and all because of Montreal Maree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Spike Mahoney's Bar was stiff with roarin' drunks,<br>And I was driftin' lonesome-like, scarce knowin' what to do,<br>So come I joined a poker game and dropped a hundred plunks,<br>And bein' broke I begged of Spike to take my I.O.U.<br>Says he: &quot;Me lad, I'll help ye out, but let me make this clear:<br>If you you don't pay by New year's day your wage I'll garnishee.&quot;<br>So I was broodin' when I heard a whisper in my ear:<br>&quot;What ees zee trouble, leetle boy?&quot; said Montreal Maree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now dance-hall gels is good and bad, but most is in between;<br>Yeh, some is scum and some is dumb, and some is just plumb cold;<br>But of straight-shootin' Dawson dames Maree was rated queen,<br>As pretty as a pansy, wi' a heart o' Hunker gold.<br>And so although I didn't know her more that passin' by,<br>I told how Spike would seek my Boss, and jobless I would be;<br>She listened sympathetic like: &quot;Zut! Baby, don't you cry;<br>I lend to you zee hundred bucks,&quot; said Montreal Maree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now though I zippered up my mug somehow the story spread<br>That I was playin' poker and my banker was Maree;<br>And when it got to Windy Bill, by Golly, he saw red,<br>And reachin' for his shootin' iron he started after me.<br>For he was batty for that babe and tried to fence her in.<br>And if a guy got in his way, say, he was set to kill;<br>So fortified with barbwire hooch and wickeder than sin;<br>&quot;I'll plug that piker full of lead,&quot; exploded Windy Bill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night, a hundred smackers saved, with joy I started out<br>To seek my scented saviour in her cabin on the hill;<br>But barely had I paid my debt, when suddenly a shout . . .<br>I peered from out the window, and behold! 'twas Windy Bill.<br>He whooped and swooped and raved and waved his gun as he drew near.<br>Now he was kickin' in the door, no time was there to flee;<br>No place to hide: my doom was sealed . . . then sotly in my ear:<br>&quot;Quick! creep beneez my petticoat,&quot; said Montreal Maree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So pale as death I held my breath below that billowed skirt,<br>And a she sat I wondered at her voice so calm and clear;<br>Serene and still she spoke to Bill like he was so much dirt:<br>&quot;Esp&egrave;ce de skunk! You jus' beeeg drunk. You see no man in here.&quot;<br>Then Bill began to cuss and ran wild shootin' down the hiss,<br>And all was hushed, and how I wished that bliss could ever be,<br>When up she rose in dainty pose beside the window sill:<br>&quot;He spill hees gun, run Baby, run,&quot; cried Montreal Maree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've heard it said that she got wed and made a wonder wife.<br>I guess she did; that careless kid had mother in her heart.<br>But anyway I'll always say she saved my blasted life,<br>For other girls may come and go, and each may play their part:<br>But if I live a hundred years I'll not forget the thrill,<br>The rapture of that moment when I kissed a dimpled knee,<br>And safely mocked the murderous menace of Windy Bill,<br>Snug hid beneath the petticoat of Montreal Maree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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