Oh those old Northern Lights, have seen the queerest sights
But the queerest sight that they ever did see
It was on the moonlit marge of that Old Lake Lebarge
On the night that I cremated Sam McGee
My friend Sam McGee, was from old Tennessee
In the land where the cotton blooms and blows
But why Sam left his home, in the deep south to roam
Around the pole up north God only knows
In the long search for gold, he was always so cold
How he longed again to roam the southern plain
I would listen to him rave, how he feared an icy grave
And if I die cremate my last remains
Well a pal's last need, is a thing we have to heed
So I promised and I swore I would not fail
And again we started on, at the first streaks of the dawn
But o god he was looking ghastly pale
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved away all day
About the warmth of his home in Tennessee
Before the night did fall, I had a promise to recall
For a corpse was what's left of Sam McGee
Then I came upon the marge, of that Old Lake Lebarge
Where a broken down derelict did lay
She was jammed there in a vice 20 feet of frozen ice
Was abandoned and left there to decay
Some planks I quickly tore, from it's old cabin floor
And I gathered up some chunks of scattered coal
Soon the blaze furnace red, seeing that old McGee was dead
So I stuffed him in that old cremation hole
There sat my buddy Sam, looking mighty cool and calm
In the heart of those furnace flames roar
And he wore a great big smile, you could almost see a mile
As he chuckled hurry up and close the door
She's a fine place in here, but I do greatly fear
You may let in that awful cold and storm
For since I left plumtree, down in old Tennessee
She's the first time that I've been really warm
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Oh those old Northern Lights, have seen the queerest sights
But the queerest sight that they ever did see
It was on the moonlit marge of that Old Lake Lebarge
On the night that I cremated Sam McGee
My friend Sam McGee, was from old Tennessee
In the land where the cotton blooms and blows
But why Sam left his home, in the deep south to roam
Around the pole up north God only knows
In the long search for gold, he was always so cold
How he longed again to roam the southern plain
I would listen to him rave, how he feared an icy grave
And if I die cremate my last remains
Well a pal's last need, is a thing we have to heed
So I promised and I swore I would not fail
And again we started on, at the first streaks of the dawn
But o god he was looking ghastly pale
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved away all day
About the warmth of his home in Tennessee
Before the night did fall, I had a promise to recall
For a corpse was what's left of Sam McGee
Then I came upon the marge, of that Old Lake Lebarge
Where a broken down derelict did lay
She was jammed there in a vice 20 feet of frozen ice
Was abandoned and left there to decay
Some planks I quickly tore, from it's old cabin floor
And I gathered up some chunks of scattered coal
Soon the blaze furnace red, seeing that old McGee was dead
So I stuffed him in that old cremation hole
There sat my buddy Sam, looking mighty cool and calm
In the heart of those furnace flames roar
And he wore a great big smile, you could almost see a mile
As he chuckled hurry up and close the door
She's a fine place in here, but I do greatly fear
You may let in that awful cold and storm
For since I left plumtree, down in old Tennessee
She's the first time that I've been really warm
But the queerest sight that they ever did see
It was on the moonlit marge of that Old Lake Lebarge
On the night that I cremated Sam McGee
My friend Sam McGee, was from old Tennessee
In the land where the cotton blooms and blows
But why Sam left his home, in the deep south to roam
Around the pole up north God only knows
In the long search for gold, he was always so cold
How he longed again to roam the southern plain
I would listen to him rave, how he feared an icy grave
And if I die cremate my last remains
Well a pal's last need, is a thing we have to heed
So I promised and I swore I would not fail
And again we started on, at the first streaks of the dawn
But o god he was looking ghastly pale
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved away all day
About the warmth of his home in Tennessee
Before the night did fall, I had a promise to recall
For a corpse was what's left of Sam McGee
Then I came upon the marge, of that Old Lake Lebarge
Where a broken down derelict did lay
She was jammed there in a vice 20 feet of frozen ice
Was abandoned and left there to decay
Some planks I quickly tore, from it's old cabin floor
And I gathered up some chunks of scattered coal
Soon the blaze furnace red, seeing that old McGee was dead
So I stuffed him in that old cremation hole
There sat my buddy Sam, looking mighty cool and calm
In the heart of those furnace flames roar
And he wore a great big smile, you could almost see a mile
As he chuckled hurry up and close the door
She's a fine place in here, but I do greatly fear
You may let in that awful cold and storm
For since I left plumtree, down in old Tennessee
She's the first time that I've been really warm
Writer: Robert Service
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