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YO-HO ! YO-HO ! 



Yo-ho! Yo-ho! 

 When in the east with red aglow 

 The morning breaks o'er Dana's crest, 

 The camp awakes fresh from its rest 

 And hears the call it joys to know, 

 Yo-ho! Yo-ho! 



Yo-ho! Yo-ho! 

 Where beetling cliffs their shadows throw 

 O'er Lake Merced, where mountain wall 

 Sends back the cry, floats on the call 

 In early dawn, in ev'ning glow, 

 Yo-ho! Yo-ho! 



Yo-ho! Yo-ho! 

 Where stretch unbroken fields of snow, 

 Where Ritter's walls abruptly rise 

 To tow'ring crags that kiss the skies. 

 We hear the call, now loud, now low, 

 Yo-ho! Yo-ho! 



Yo-ho! Yo-ho! 

 Where mad Toul'mne's waters flow 

 Through yawning gorge, and find a way 

 Down dizzy steeps in mist and spray. 

 Echoes the call, above, below, 

 Yo-ho! Yo-ho! 



Francis M. Fultz. 



July, 1907. 



