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)