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Cremation Of Sam Mcgee
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Hank Snow
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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold
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The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold
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The Northern Lights have seen queer sights but the queerest they ever did see
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Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee
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Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee where the cotton blooms and blows
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Why he left his home in the South to roam round the Pole God only knows
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He was always cold but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell
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Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in hell
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On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail
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Talk of your cold through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail
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If our eyes we'd close then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see
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It wasn't much fun but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee
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And that very night as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow
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And the dogs were fed and the stars o'er head were dancing heel and toe
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He turned to me and Cap says he I'll cash in this trip I guess
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And if I do I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request
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Well he seemed so low that I couldn't say no then he says with a sort of moan
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It's the cursed cold and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone
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Yet taint being dead it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains
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So I want you to swear that foul or fair you'll cremate my last remains
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A pal's last need is a thing to heed so I swore I would not fail
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And we started on at the streak of dawn but God! he looked ghastly pale
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He crouched on the sleigh and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee
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And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee
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There wasn't a breath in that land of death and I hurried horror-driven
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With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid because of a promise given
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It was lashed to the sleigh and it seemed to say you may tax your brawn and brains
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But you promised true and it's up to you to cremate those last remains
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Now a promise made is a debt unpaid and the trail has its own stern code
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In the days to come though my lips were dumb in my heart how I cursed that load
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In the long long night by the lone firelight while the huskies round in a ring
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Howled out their woes to the homeless snows oh God! how I loathed the thing
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And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow
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And on I went though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low
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The trail was bad and I felt half mad but I swore I would not give in
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And I'd often sing to the hateful thing and it hearkened with a grin
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Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge and a derelict there lay
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It was jammed in the ice but I saw in a trice it was called the Alice May
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And I looked at it and I thought a bit and I looked at my frozen chum
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Then Here said I with a sudden cry is my crematoreum
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Some planks I tore from the cabin floor and I lit the boiler fire
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Some coal I found that was lying around and I heaped the fuel higher
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The flames just soared and the furnace roared such a blaze you seldom see
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And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal and I stuffed in Sam McGee
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Then I made a hike for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so
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And the heavens scowled and the huskies howled and the wind began to blow
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It was icy cold but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks and I don't know why
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And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky
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I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear
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But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near
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I was sick with dread but I bravely said: I'll just take a peep inside
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I guess he's cooked and it's time I looked then the door I opened wide
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And there sat Sam looking cool and calm in the heart of the furnace roar
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And he wore a smile you could see a mile and he said please close that door
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It's fine in here but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm
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Since I left Plumtree down in Tennessee it's the first time I've been warm
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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold
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The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold
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The Northern Lights have seen queer sights but the queerest they ever did see
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Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee
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