Had to do it...
The Cremation of Sam McGee
BY ROBERT W. SERVICE
There are strange things done in 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.
Is there any sign of the Alice May left? And whatever became of Sam once the coals burned down? In any case, I would rather be on Labarge than in Plumtree.
