Your post just reminded me of that ballad and I thought I’d share it. Hank Snow does a great rendition of it.
You know these Yukon eggs of ours some pink some green some blue A dollar per assorted tints assorted flavors too The supercilious cheechako might designate them high But one acquires a taste for them and likes them by and by Well Hard-Luck Henry took this egg and held it to the light And there was more faint pencilling that sorely taxed his sight At last he made it out and then the legend ran like this Will Klondike miner write to Peg Plumhollow Squashville Wis .........