The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

Robert William Service

The Cremation of Sam McGee

The Cremation of Sam McGee
(Robert W. Service)

There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
by the men who moil for gold.
The arctic trails have their secret tales
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.

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.

On a Christmas day we were mushing our way
over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold
it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze
'til sometimes we couldn't see.
It wasn't much fun, but the only one
to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night while we lay packed tight
in our robes beneath the snow,
and the dogs were fed, and the stars o'er head
were dancing heel and toe,
he turns to me, and "Cap" says he
"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 looked so low that I couldn't say no,
then he says with a sort of a moan,
"It's the cursed cold, it's got right hold
'til I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet tain't being dead, it's my awful dread
of an icy grave that pains.
So I want you to swear that foul or fair,
you'll cremate my last remains."

Well, a friend's last need is a thing to heed,
so I swore I would not fail.
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.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death,
and I hurried on, horror driven
With a corpse half hid, that I couldn't get rid,
because of a promise given.
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say,
"You may tax your brawn and brains,
but you promised true, and it's up to you
to cremate these last remains."

Now, a promise made is a debt unpaid
And the trail has its own stern code,
In the days to come, though my lips were numb
In my heart, how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight
While the huskiers, round in a ring
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows
Oh God! How I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay
seemed to heavy and heavier grow.
But on I went, though the dogs were spent
and the grub was getting low.
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad,
but I swore I would not give in.
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing
and it harkened with a grin!

Then I came to the marge of Lake LeBarge
and a derelict there lay.
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice
it was called the "Alice May".
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit,
And I looked at my frozen chum,
Then "Here" said I with a sudden cry
"is my cre-ma-tor-eum!"

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor
and I lit the boiler fire.
Some coal I found that was lying around
and I heaped the fuel higher.
The flames just soared and the furnace roared,
such a blaze you seldom see.
Then I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal
and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like
to hear him sizzle so.
And the heavens scowled and the huskies howled
and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled
down my cheeks, and I don't know why.
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak
went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow
I wrestled with grisly fear.
But the stars were out and they danced about
'ere again I ventured near.
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said
"I'll just take a peek inside.
He's probably cooked, and it's time I looked."
Then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cold and calm
in the heart of the furnace roar.
He wore a smile you could see a mile,
and he said "Please close that door!
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear
you'll let in the cold and storm.
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
by the men who moil for gold.
The arctic trails have their secret tales
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.

AJS
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¿En qué álbumes fue lanzada la canción “The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee” por Johnny Cash?
Johnny Cash lanzó la canción en los álbumes “Bootleg Vol. I: Personal File” en 2006 y “Bootleg Vol. 1: Personal File” en 2006.
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La canción “The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee” de Johnny Cash fue compuesta por Robert William Service.

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