the cremation of sam mcgee

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  • The Cremation of Sam McGee
  • Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.  Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.  He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;  Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell." 
  • And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,  And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe, 
  • I'll cash in this trip, I guess;  And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request.
  • Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan: 
  • "It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.  Yet 'tain't being 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.
  • A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;  And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.  He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;  And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee. 
  • This is where I cremated Sam Mcgee and I felt warm for the first time.
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