《The Greatest Cowboy of Them All》歌词

[00:00:00] There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun

[00:00:03] By the men who moil for gold.

[00:00:06] The arctic trails have their secret tales

[00:00:09] That would make your blood run cold.

[00:00:12] The northern lights have seen queer sights

[00:00:15] But the queerest they ever did see,

[00:00:17] Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge

[00:00:20] I cremated Sam McGee.

[00:00:23] Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee

[00:00:26] Where the cotton blooms and blows.

[00:00:28] Why he left his home in the south to roam

[00:00:31] Round the pole, God only knows.

[00:00:33] He was always cold, but the land of gold

[00:00:36] Seemed to hold him like a spell,

[00:00:38] Though he'd often say in his homely way

[00:00:41] That he'd sooner live in Hell.

[00:00:44] On a Christmas day we were mushing our way

[00:00:47] Over the Dawson trail.

[00:00:49] Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold

[00:00:53] It stabbed like a driven nail.

[00:00:55] If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze

[00:00:58] Til sometimes we couldn't see.

[00:01:01] It wasn't much fun, but the only one

[00:01:03] To whimper was Sam McGee.

[00:01:06] And that very night while we lay packed tight

[00:01:08] In our robes beneath the snow,

[00:01:11] And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'er head

[00:01:13] Were dancing heel and toe,

[00:01:16] He turns to me, and "Cap" says he

[00:01:19] "I'll cash in this trip, I guess.

[00:01:22] And if I do, I'm asking that you

[00:01:24] Won't refuse my last request."

[00:01:27] Well, he looked so low that I couldn't say no,

[00:01:30] Then he says with a sort of a moan,

[00:01:33] "It's the cursed cold, it's got right hold

[00:01:37] Til I'm chilled clean through to the bone.

[00:01:40] Yet tain't being dead, it's my awful dread

[00:01:43] Of an icy grave that pains.

[00:01:46] So I want you to swear that foul or fair,

[00:01:50] You'll cremate my last remains."

[00:01:54] Well, a friend's last need is a thing to heed,

[00:01:58] So I swore I would not fail.

[00:02:00] We started on at the streak of dawn,

[00:02:02] But, God, he looked ghastly pale!

[00:02:06] He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day

[00:02:09] Of his home in Tennessee,

[00:02:11] And before nightfall, a corpse was all

[00:02:14] That was left of Sam McGee.

[00:02:18] There wasn't a breath in that land of death,

[00:02:20] And I hurried on, horror driven

[00:02:23] With a corpse half hid, that I couldn't get rid,

[00:02:25] Because of a promise given.

[00:02:28] It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say,

[00:02:30] "You may tax your brawn and brains,

[00:02:34] But you promised true, and it's up to you

[00:02:37] To cremate these last remains."

[00:02:41] Now, a promise made is a debt unpaid

[00:02:44] And the trail has its own stern code,

[00:02:47] In the days to come, though my lips were numb

[00:02:51] In my heart, how I cursed that load.

[00:02:54] In the long, long night, by the lone firelight

[00:02:57] While the huskiers, round in a ring

[00:03:00] Howled out their woes to the homeless snows

[00:03:02] Oh God! How I loathed the thing.

[00:03:06] And every day that quiet clay

[00:03:08] Seemed to heavy and heavier grow.

[00:03:11] But on I went, though the dogs were spent

[00:03:13] And the grub was getting low.

[00:03:15] The trail was bad, and I felt half mad,

[00:03:18] But I swore I would not give in.

[00:03:21] And I'd often sing to the hateful thing

[00:03:24] And it harkened with a grin!

[00:03:27] Then I came to the marge of Lake LeBarge

[00:03:30] And a derelict there lay.

[00:03:32] It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice

[00:03:35] It was called the "Alice May".

[00:03:37] And I looked at it, and I thought a bit,

[00:03:40] And I looked at my frozen chum,

[00:03:42] Then "Here" said I with a sudden cry

[00:03:45] "is my cre-ma-tor-eum!"

[00:03:48] Some planks I tore from the cabin floor

[00:03:50] And I lit the boiler fire.

[00:03:52] Some coal I found that was lying around

[00:03:55] And I heaped the fuel higher.

[00:03:58] The flames just soared and the furnace roared,

[00:04:00] Such a blaze you seldom see.

[00:04:02] Then I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal

[00:04:04] And I stuffed in Sam McGee.

[00:04:07] Then I made a hike, for I didn't like

[00:04:09] To hear him sizzle so.

[00:04:11] And the heavens scowled and the huskies howled

[00:04:13] And the wind began to blow.

[00:04:15] It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled

[00:04:18] Down my cheeks, and I don't know why.

[00:04:21] And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak

[00:04:23] Went streaking down the sky.

[00:04:27] I do not know how long in the snow

[00:04:29] I wrestled with grisly fear.

[00:04:31] But the stars were out and they danced about

[00:04:34] Ere again I ventured near.

[00:04:36] I was sick with dread, but I bravely said

[00:04:39] "I'll just take a peek inside.

[00:04:42] He's probably cooked, and it's time I looked."

[00:04:45] Then the door I opened wide.

[00:04:47] And there sat Sam, looking cold and calm

[00:04:50] In the heart of the furnace roar.

[00:04:52] He wore a smile you could see a mile,

[00:04:55] And he said "Please close that door!

[00:04:56] It's fine in here, but I greatly fear

[00:04:59] You'll let in the cold and storm.

[00:05:01] Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,

[00:05:05] It's the first time I've been warm."

[00:05:09] There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun

[00:05:11] By the men who moil for gold.

[00:05:14] The arctic trails have their secret tales

[00:05:17] That would make your blood run cold.

[00:05:19] The northern lights have seen queer sights,

[00:05:22] But the queerest they ever did see

[00:05:25] Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge

[00:05:28] I cremated Sam McGee.