sean hills - what's left of sam mcgee, pt. 2 lyrics
there wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and i hurried, 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 those 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 dumb, in my heart how i cursed that load
in the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring
howled out their woes to the homeless snows— o god! how i loathed the thing
and every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow
and 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 hearkened with a grin
till 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”
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