Sam Magee

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")