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I'm a Mountie Who Never Got His Man - George Stoll
Oh I'm on the trail
I'm over hill and dale
And I ride ride ride as only I can
But oh the shame
Everybody knows my name
I'm the mountie who never got his man
There's a killer at large
The bugle sounds the charge
To the saddles men and give a brave account
But what remorse
For I can't get on my horse
I'm a mountie who cannot even mount
As I ride through every town and county
Little boys yell Look Ma That's a mountie
My buddies mock me as I sally forth
To you I'm McCorkle of the mounties
To them I'm chinook of the north
I've been on the force
Even longer than my horse
If you wonder why they've kept me here so long
Though I can't track men through the snows
I'm the only mountie who knows
Every word of the mountie's marching song
For we march march march
And we ride ride ride
And we march and we ride against the foe
It's a long long way
To icy Hudson Ba y y y
So I don't think that I will go
You can laugh but once I almost got my man
Why don't you tell us about it Barney
Well it was the year of the Caribou famine
Saskatoon Dan was his name
He came from one of the finger lakes
So we called him Pinky
He was a mean treacherous hombre
Always sayin' things behind your back
Like Stick 'em up
Now Dan was stuck on a little Eskimo girl
Called Ogunda
And one day Dan had too much whale meat
And went blubber happy
So that night he snuck into Ogunda's igloo
But she repulsed him
But Dan didn't care
'Cause he was mighty repulsive too
Well sir it seems Ogunda
Was sweet on another eskimo called Fongalanga
So in a fit of jealousy Dan cut off her nose
You see he didn't want her kissin' anyone else
Yes he cut off her nose and away he ran
So they sent me out to get Saskatoon Dan
So I march march march
And I ride ride ride
A lookin' for Saskatoon Dan
I ain't lookin' for that little bluebird
That lives on the hill
Like a beguine that was never began
I'm the mountie
Who never got his man
Or woman
I'm the mountie
Who never got his m a a a n