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

Robert William Service

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