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There's the wretched rent to pay,It is later than you think!
— Robert Service
There's the wretched rent to pay,It is later than you think!
It's coming soon and soon, mother, it's nearer every day,Then, then we'll end that stupid crime, that devil's madness -- War.
Mud is mankind in the moulding,Heaven's mystery unfolding
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core
Wild and wide are my borders, stern as death is my sway;From my ruthless throne I have ruled alone for a million years and a day
This is the Law of the Yukon, that only the Strong shall thrive;This is the Will of the Yukon, -- Lo, how she makes it plain!
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that’s known as Lou.
Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,Then you've a hunch what the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars.
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true,That one of you is a hound of hell . . . and that one is Dan McGrew.
There are strange things done in the midnight sunI cremated Sam McGee.
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
