Sam McGee





There's a valley

By the ol' North Pole

Where ol' Sam McGee

Died in search of gold

Where ever I wonder

In memories

I see the smoke from the pipe of Sam McGee



We had wondered way up there above the klondike

Where we found the mighty mountain made of gold

There old Sam he got sick and made me promise

That if he died I wouldn't leave him in that cold

(That if he died he wouldn't leave him in the cold)



The next morning he was cold and stiff and lifeless

So I dragged him forty days upon upon my sled

'Till I found a pine of ??? valley 

It was there I got the notion in my head

(It was there he got the notion in his head)



I took out my matches and I builded a fire

And I laid old Sam upon the funeral pyre

He sat up a grinnin'

With his pipe in his mouth

He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south"

(He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south")

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The flames around him had a heavenly glow

And the Northern Lights was just one big rainbow

He sat there a grinnin'

With his pipe in his mouth

He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south"

(He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south")