I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked," then the door I opened wide

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm"

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold
The Northern Lights have seen strange sights
But the strangest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee