The Cremation of Sam McGee
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Strange things are done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold; the Arctic trails have their secret tails that would make your blood run cold;the Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.
I'd sooner live in hell
Sam McGee hated the cold, but the land of gold held him like a spell
"Cap, I'll cash in this trip, I guess and if I do, I'm asking you that you won't refuse my last request
Sam McGee knew he was going to die soon
"It's the cursed cold, and its got right hold, till I'm chilled clean through the bone. Yet 'taint be dead- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains; so I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains.
Sam McGee hates the cold so much that he wanted to be cremated
You may tax your brawn and brains, but you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate my last remains.
Cap was hallucinating hearing Sam McGee's voice
Its my cre-ma-tor-eum
Cap found a boat named the "Alice May"
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