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)      I took out my matches and I builded a fire   And I laid old Sam upon the funeral pyre   He sat up a grinnin'   With his pipe in his mouth   He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south"   (He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south")   ---   The flames around him had a heavenly glow   And the Northern Lights was just one big rainbow   He sat there a grinnin'   With his pipe in his mouth   He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south"   (He sang "Ho, ho this is mighty like the south")