We started out from Bern one sunny august morn
there was just the four of us against the matterhorn
there was albert the australian and John the Irishman
me and bill from Britian, and mad dogs in the sun
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Matterhorn, Matterhorn men have died men have tried to
climb the matterhorn, that mighty Matterhorn
two miles up we lost john and the ration fell below
now al and bill are lying beneath an avelanche of snow
now here i am alone and i know i cannot stop
two more yards in front of me before i reach the top
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Now here i am a dying upon the Matterhorn
not a thing for me to lie in or a thing to keep me warm
the queen would surly kinght me if i could get back down
but its closer her to heaven that it is back to the ground