Lirik dan kunci gitar Traditional - The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee
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,
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where the cotton blooms and blows.
Em G D
Why he left his home in the South to roam
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'round the Pole, God only knows.
G D
He was always cold, but the land of gold
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seemed to hold him like a spell;
Em G D
Though he'd often say in his homely way
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that he'd "sooner live in hell".
Em G D
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way
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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
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in our robes beneath the snow,
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And the dogs were fed, and the stars over head
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were dancing heel and toe,
G D
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he,
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"I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
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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;
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then he says with a sort of moan:
Em G D
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold
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till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
G D
Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread
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of the icy grave that pains;
Em G D
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair,
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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.
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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