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)