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The cremation of Sam McGee is something of a beloved traditional ballad in my family
and is recited by various family members at get-togethers. I struggled remembering
such a long ballad and wished it was set to music, which I find easier to put to memory.
Recently I stumbled across a You-Tube video (sorry, lost the source!)
of someone singing it to the tune of the "County Down." I was absolutely tickled
about it and figured I'd better share. Rhythm-wise I use a more up-beat count
but don't usually go quite so fast as the Irish Rovers in their County down.
The Cremation of Sam McGee
By Robert William Service (with slight adjustments for flow)
There are Emstrange things done in the Gmidnight Dsun
By the Emmen who Cmoil for Dgold;
The EmArctic trails have their Gsecret Dtales
That would Emmake your Dblood run Emcold;
The GNorthern Lights have Dseen queer sights,
But the Emqueerest they Cever did Dsee
Was that Emnight on the marge of GLake DLebarge
I Emcremated DSam McEmGee.
Now EmSam McGee was from GTennessDee,
where the Emcotton Cblooms and Dblows.
Why he Emleft his home in the GSouth to Droam
'round the EmPole, DGod only Emknows.
He was Galways cold, but the Dland of gold
seemed to Emhold him Clike a Dspell;
Though he'd Emoften say in his Ghomely Dway
that he'd Em"sooner Dlive in Emhell".
On a EmChristmas Day we were Gmushing our Dway
Emover the CDawson Dtrail.
EmTalk of your cold! through the Gparka's Dfold
it Emstabbed like a Ddriven Emnail.
If our Geyes we'd close, then the Dlashes froze
till Emsometimes we Ccouldn't Dsee;
It Emwasn't much fun, but the Gonly Done
to Emwhimper was DSam EmMcGee.
And that Emvery night, as we Glay packed Dtight
in our Emrobes beneaCth the Dsnow,
And the Emdogs were fed, and the Gstars over Dhead
were Emdancing Dheel and Emtoe,
He Gturned to me, and D"Cap," says he,
"I'll Emcash in this Ctrip, I Dguess;
And Emif I do, I'm Gasking that Dyou
won't Emrefuse my Dlast Emrequest."
Well, he Emseemed so low that I Gcouldn't say Dno;
then he Emsays with a Csort of Dmoan:
"It's the Emcursed cold, and it's Ggot right Dhold
till I'm Emchilled clean Dthrough to the Embone.
Yet 'Gtain't being dead -- it's my Dawful dread
of the Emicy Cgrave that Dpains;
So I Emwant you to swear that, Gfoul or Dfair,
you'll cEmremate my Dlast remEmains."
A Empal's last need is a Gthing to Dheed,
so I Emswore I Cwould not Dfail;
And we Emstarted on at the Gstreak of Ddawn;
but EmGod! he Dlooked ghastly Empale.
He Gcrouched on the sleigh, and he Draved all day
of his Emhome in CTennesDsee;
And befoEmre nightfall a Gcorpse was Dall
that was Emleft of DSam McEmGee.
There Emwasn't a breath in that Gland of Ddeath,
and I Emhurried, Chorror-Ddriven,
With a Emcorpse half hid that I Gcouldn't get Drid,
becaEmuse of a Dpromise Emgiven;
It was Glashed to the sleigh, and it Dseemed to say:
"You may Emtax your Cbrawn and Dbrains,
But you Empromised true, and it's Gup to Dyou
to cremEmate those Dlast reEmmains."
Now a Empromise made is a Gdebt unpDaid,
and the Emtrail has its Cown stern Dcode.
In the Emdays to come, though my Glips were Ddumb,
in my Emheart how I Dcursed that Emload.
In the Glong, long night, by the Dlone firelight,
while the Emhuskies, Cround in a Dring,
Howled Emout their woes to the Ghomeless Dsnows
-- O EmGod! how I Dloathed the Emthing.
And Emevery day that Gquiet Dclay
seemed to Emheavy and Cheavier Dgrow;
And on I Emwent, though the Gdogs were Dspent
and the Emgrub was Dgetting Emlow;
The Gtrail was bad, and I Dfelt half mad,
but I Emswore I Cwould not give Din;
And I'd Emoften sing to the Ghateful Dthing,
and it Emhearkened Dwith a Emgrin.
Till I Emcame to the marge of GLake LeDbarge,
and a Emderelict Cthere Dlay;
It was Emjammed in the ice, but I Gsaw in a Dtrice
it was Emcalled the "DAlice EmMay".
And I Glooked at it, and I Dthought a bit,
and I Emlooked at my Cfrozen Dchum;
Then Em"Here," said I, with a Gsudden Dcry,
"is my Emcre-ma-Dtor-eEmum."
Some Emplanks I tore from the Gcabin Emfloor,
and I Emlit the Cboiler Dfire;
Some Emcoal I found that was Glying aroDund,
and I Emheaped the Dfuel Emhigher;
The Gflames just soared, and the Dfurnace roared
-- such a Emblaze you Cseldom Dsee;
And I Emburrowed a hole in the Gglowing Dcoal,
and I Emstuffed in DSam McEmGee.
Then I Emmade a hike, for I Gdidn't Dlike
to Emhear him Csizzle Dso;
And the Emheavens scowled, and the Ghuskies Dhowled,
and the Emwind begDan to Emblow.
It was Gicy cold, but the Dhot sweat rolled
down my Emcheeks, and I Cdon't know Emwhy;
And the Emgreasy smoke in an Ginky Dcloak
went Emstreaking Ddown the Emsky.
I Emdo not know how Glong in the Dsnow
I Emwrestled with Cgrisly Dfear;
But the Emstars came out and they Gdanced abDout
ere Emagain I Dventured Emnear;
I was Gsick with dread, but I Dbravely said:
"I'll just Emtake a Cpeep insDide.
I Emguess he's cooked, and it's Gtime I Dlooked"; . . .
then the Emdoor I Dopened Emwide.
And Emthere sat Sam, looking Gcool and Dcalm,
in the Emheart of the Cfurnace Droar;
And he Emwore a smile you could Gsee a Dmile,
and he Emsaid: "Please Dclose that Emdoor.
It's Gfine in here, but I Dgreatly fear
you'll Emlet in the Dcold and Emstorm --
Since I Emleft Plumtree, down in GTennesDsee,
it's the Emfirst time DI've been Emwarm."
There are Emstrange things done in the Gmidnight Dsun
By the Emmen who Cmoil for Dgold;
The EmArctic trails have their Gsecret Dtales
That would Emmake your Dblood run Emcold;
The GNorthern Lights have Dseen queer sights,
But the Emqueerest they Cever did Dsee
Was that Emnight on the marge of GLake DLebarge
I Emcremated DSam McEmGee.
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The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee
by Misc Traditional
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The cremation of Sam McGee is something of a beloved traditional ballad in my family
and is recited by various family members at get-togethers. I struggled remembering
such a long ballad and wished it was set to music, which I find easier to put to memory.
Recently I stumbled across a You-Tube video (sorry, lost the source!)
of someone singing it to the tune of the "County Down." I was absolutely tickled
about it and figured I'd better share. Rhythm-wise I use a more up-beat count
but don't usually go quite so fast as the Irish Rovers in their County down.
The Cremation of Sam McGee
By Robert William Service (with slight adjustments for flow)
Em G D
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
Em C D
By the men who moil for gold;
Em G D
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
Em D Em
That would make your blood run cold;
G D
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
Em C D
But the queerest they ever did see
Em G D
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
Em D Em
I cremated Sam McGee.
Em G D
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee,
Em C D
where the cotton blooms and blows.
Em G D
Why he left his home in the South to roam
Em D Em
'round the Pole, God only knows.
G D
He was always cold, but the land of gold
Em C D
seemed to hold him like a spell;
Em G D
Though he'd often say in his homely way
Em D Em
that he'd "sooner live in hell".
Em G D
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way
Em C D
over the Dawson trail.
Em G D
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold
Em D Em
it stabbed like a driven nail.
G D
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze
Em C D
till sometimes we couldn't see;
Em G D
It wasn't much fun, but the only one
Em D Em
to whimper was Sam McGee.
Em G D
And that very night, as we lay packed tight
Em C D
in our robes beneath the snow,
Em G D
And the dogs were fed, and the stars over head
Em D Em
were dancing heel and toe,
G D
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he,
Em C D
"I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
Em G D
And if I do, I'm asking that you
Em D Em
won't refuse my last request."
Em G D
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no;
Em C D
then he says with a sort of moan:
Em G D
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold
Em D Em
till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
G D
Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread
Em C D
of the icy grave that pains;
Em G D
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair,
Em D Em
you'll cremate my last remains."
Em G D
A pal's last need is a thing to heed,
Em C D
so I swore I would not fail;
Em G D
And we started on at the streak of dawn;
Em D Em
but God! he looked ghastly pale.
G D
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day
Em C D
of his home in Tennessee;
Em G D
And before nightfall a corpse was all
Em D Em
that was left of Sam McGee.
Em G D
There wasn't a breath in that land of death,
Em C D
and I hurried, horror-driven,
Em G D
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid,
Em D Em
because of a promise given;
G D
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say:
Em C D
"You may tax your brawn and brains,
Em G D
But you promised true, and it's up to you
Em D Em
to cremate those last remains."
Em G D
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid,
Em C D
and the trail has its own stern code.
Em G D
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb,
Em D Em
in my heart how I cursed that load.
G D
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight,
Em C D
while the huskies, round in a ring,
Em G D
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows
Em D Em
-- O God! how I loathed the thing.
Em G D
And every day that quiet clay
Em C D
seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
Em G D
And on I went, though the dogs were spent
Em D Em
and the grub was getting low;
G D
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad,
Em C D
but I swore I would not give in;
Em G D
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing,
Em D Em
and it hearkened with a grin.
Em G D
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge,
Em C D
and a derelict there lay;
Em G D
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice
Em D Em
it was called the "Alice May".
G D
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit,
Em C D
and I looked at my frozen chum;
Em G D
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry,
Em D Em
"is my cre-ma-tor-eum."
Em G Em
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor,
Em C D
and I lit the boiler fire;
Em G D
Some coal I found that was lying around,
Em D Em
and I heaped the fuel higher;
G D
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared
Em C D
-- such a blaze you seldom see;
Em G D
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal,
Em D Em
and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
Em G D
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like
Em C D
to hear him sizzle so;
Em G D
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled,
Em D Em
and the wind began to blow.
G D
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled
Em C Em
down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
Em G D
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak
Em D Em
went streaking down the sky.
Em G D
I do not know how long in the snow
Em C D
I wrestled with grisly fear;
Em G D
But the stars came out and they danced about
Em D Em
ere again I ventured near;
G D
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said:
Em C D
"I'll just take a peep inside.
Em G D
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; . . .
Em D Em
then the door I opened wide.
Em G D
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,
Em C D
in the heart of the furnace roar;
Em G D
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
Em D Em
and he said: "Please close that door.
G D
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear
Em D Em
you'll let in the cold and storm --
Em G D
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
Em D Em
it's the first time I've been warm."
Em G D
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
Em C D
By the men who moil for gold;
Em G D
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
Em D Em
That would make your blood run cold;
G D
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
Em C D
But the queerest they ever did see
Em G D
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
Em D Em
I cremated Sam McGee.
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