There's a husky, dusky maiden in the Arctic
And she waits for me but it is not in vain
For some day I'll put my mukluks on and ask her
If she'll wed me when the ice worms nest again

In the land of the pale blue snow
Where it's ninety-nine below
And the polar bears are roaming o'er the plain
In the shadow of the Pole
I will clasp her to my soul
We'll be married when the ice worms nest again

For our wedding feast we'll have seal, oil and blubber
In our kayaks we will roam the bounding main
All the walruses will look at us and rubber
We'll be married when the ice worms nest again

In the land of the pale blue snow
Where it's ninety-nine below
And the polar bears are roaming o'er the plain
In the shadow of the Pole
I will clasp her to my soul
We'll be married when the ice worms nest again

And some night at half-past two I return to my igloo
After sitting with a friend who was in pain
She'll be waiting for me there with the hambone of a bear
And she'll beat me 'til the ice worms nest again

In the land of the pale blue snow
Where it's ninety-nine below
And the polar bears are roaming o'er the plain
In the shadow of the Pole
I will clasp her to my soul
We'll be married when the ice worms nest again