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Poem	Where are the dames I used to know In Dawson in the days of yore? Alas, it's fifty years ago, And most, I guess, have "gone before." The swinging scythe is swift to mow Alike the gallant and the fair; And even I, with gouty toe, Am glad to fill a rocking chair. Ah me, I fear each gaysome girl Who in champagne I used to toast, or cozen in the waltz's whirl, In now alas, a wistful ghost. Oh where is Touch The Button Nell? Or Minnie Dale or Rosa Lee, Or Lorna Doone or Daisy Bell? And where is Montreal Maree? Fair ladies of my lusty youth, I fear that you are dead and gone: Where's Gertie of the Diamond Tooth, And where the Mare of Oregon? What's come of Violet de Vere, Claw-fingered Kate and Gumboot Sue? They've crossed the Great Divide, I fear; Remembered now by just a few. A few who like myself can see Through half a century of haze A heap of goodness in their glee And kindness in their wanton ways. Alas, my sourdough days are dead, Yet let me toss a tankard down . . . Here's hoping that you wed and bred, And lives of circumspection led, Gay dance-hall girls o Dawson Town!
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