As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.

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Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.

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From there it's no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There'll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.

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If you've been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.

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So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers I already know,
I've done it tired, and now I'm weak.

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So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.