There's a valley by the ol' North Pold

Where ol' Sam McGee died in search of gold

Where ever I wander in memories

I see the smoke from the pipe of Sam McGee

(He sees the smoke from the pipe of Sam McGee)

We had wandered 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 die I wouldn't leave him in that cold

(That if he die wouldn't leave him in that 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 final driftwood near the valley

It was there I've 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