1. We stGarted out from Bern one sEmiunny August morn
thCere was just the four of us against the MatterGhorn
there was EmiAlbert the Australian and GJohn the Irishman
mCe and Bill from Britain mad dogs in the Gsun.
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MatterEmihorn MatterGhorn
Cmen have tried and Gmen have died to clCimb the MatterGhorn
that Cmighty MatterGhorn.
2. Two miles up we lost John and the ration fell below
Al and Bill were laying beneath an avalanche of snow
now here I am all alone and I know I cannot stop
two more yards in front of me before I reach the top.
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3. Now here I am a-dying upon the Matterhorn
not a grave for me to lie in not a thing to keep me warm
the Queen would surely knight me if I could get back down
but it's closer here to heaven than it is back to the ground.
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