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| | The Spell of the Yukon |
 | | This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, |
 | | This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, when the Northern Lights shoot up from the frozen zone, And it's sixty below, and couched in the snow the hungry huskies moan: "I'm one of the Arctic brotherhood, I'm an old-time pioneer. |
 | | ." This was the song of the parson's son, as he lay in his bunk alone, Ere the fire went out and the cold crept in, and his blue lips ceased to moan, And the hunger-maddened malamutes had torn him flesh from bone. |
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