Sam McGee
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There's a valley
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By the ol' North Pole
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Where ol' Sam McGee
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Died in search of gold
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Wherever I wander
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In memories
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I see the smoke from the pipe of Sam McGee
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(He sees the smoke from the pipe of Sam McGee)
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We had wandered way up there above the Klondike
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Where we found a mighty mountain made of gold
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There old Sam he got sick and made me promise
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That if he died I wouldn't leave him in that cold
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(That if he died he wouldn't leave him in the cold)
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The next morning he was cold and stiff and lifeless
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So I dragged him forty days upon upon my sled
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'Till I found a pile of driftwood in a valley
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It was there I got the notion in my head
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(It was there he got the notion in his head)
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I took out my matches and I builded a fire
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And I laid old Sam upon the funeral pyre
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He sat up a grinnin'
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With his pipe in his mouth
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He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south"
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(He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south")
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The flames around him had a heavenly glow
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And the Northern Lights were just one big rainbow
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He sat there a grinnin'
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With his pipe in his mouth
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He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south"
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(He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south")
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Sam Maggee
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| Johnny Horton |
