[00:00:00] There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
[00:00:03] By the men who moil for gold
[00:00:06] The arctic trails have their secret tales
[00:00:09] That would make your blood run cold
[00:00:12] The northern lights have seen queer sights
[00:00:15] But the queerest they ever did see
[00:00:17] Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge
[00:00:20] I cremated Sam McGee
[00:00:23] Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee
[00:00:26] Where the cotton blooms and blows
[00:00:28] Why he left his home in the south to roam
[00:00:31] 'Round the pole God only knows
[00:00:33] He was always cold but the land of gold
[00:00:36] Seemed to hold him like a spell
[00:00:38] Though he'd often say in his homely way
[00:00:41] That he'd sooner live in Hell
[00:00:44] On a Christmas day we were mushing our way
[00:00:47] Over the Dawson trail
[00:00:49] Talk of your cold through the parka's fold
[00:00:53] It stabbed like a driven nail
[00:00:55] If our eyes we'd close then the lashes froze
[00:00:58] 'Til sometimes we couldn't see
[00:01:01] It wasn't much fun but the only one
[00:01:03] To whimper was Sam McGee
[00:01:06] And that very night while we lay packed tight
[00:01:08] In our robes beneath the snow
[00:01:11] And the dogs were fed and the stars o'er head
[00:01:13] Were dancing heel and toe
[00:01:16] He turns to me and "Cap" says he
[00:01:19] "I'll cash in this trip I guess
[00:01:22] And if I do I'm asking that you
[00:01:24] Won't refuse my last request "
[00:01:27] Well he looked so low that I couldn't say no
[00:01:30] Then he says with a sort of a moan
[00:01:33] "It's the cursed cold it's got right hold
[00:01:37] 'Til I'm chilled clean through to the bone
[00:01:40] Yet tain't being dead it's my awful dread
[00:01:43] Of an icy grave that pains
[00:01:46] So I want you to swear that foul or fair
[00:01:50] You'll cremate my last remains "
[00:01:54] Well a friend's last need is a thing to heed
[00:01:58] So I swore I would not fail
[00:02:00] We started on at the streak of dawn
[00:02:02] But God he looked ghastly pale
[00:02:06] He crouched on the sleigh and he raved all day
[00:02:09] Of his home in Tennessee
[00:02:11] And before nightfall a corpse was all
[00:02:14] That was left of Sam McGee
[00:02:18] There wasn't a breath in that land of death
[00:02:20] And I hurried on horror driven
[00:02:23] With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid
[00:02:25] Because of a promise given
[00:02:28] It was lashed to the sleigh and it seemed to say
[00:02:30] "You may tax your brawn and brains
[00:02:34] But you promised true and it's up to you
[00:02:37] To cremate these last remains "
[00:02:41] Now a promise made is a debt unpaid
[00:02:44] And the trail has its own stern code
[00:02:47] In the days to come though my lips were numb
[00:02:51] In my heart how I cursed that load
[00:02:54] In the long long night by the lone firelight
[00:02:57] While the huskiers round in a ring
[00:03:00] Howled out their woes to the homeless snows
[00:03:02] Oh God How I loathed the thing
[00:03:06] And every day that quiet clay
[00:03:08] Seemed to heavy and heavier grow
[00:03:11] But on I went though the dogs were spent
[00:03:13] And the grub was getting low
[00:03:15] The trail was bad and I felt half mad
[00:03:18] But I swore I would not give in
[00:03:21] And I'd often sing to the hateful thing
[00:03:24] And it harkened with a grin
[00:03:27] Then I came to the marge of Lake LeBarge
[00:03:30] And a derelict there lay
[00:03:32] It was jammed in the ice but I saw in a trice
[00:03:35] It was called the "Alice May"
[00:03:37] And I looked at it and I thought a bit
[00:03:40] And I looked at my frozen chum
[00:03:42] Then "Here" said I with a sudden cry
[00:03:45] "is my cre-ma-tor-eum "
[00:03:48] Some planks I tore from the cabin floor
[00:03:50] And I lit the boiler fire
[00:03:52] Some coal I found that was lying around
[00:03:55] And I heaped the fuel higher
[00:03:58] The flames just soared and the furnace roared
[00:04:00] Such a blaze you seldom see
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