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The Land God Forgot

The lonely sunsets flare forlorn,

The Spell of the Yukon

I wanted the gold, and I sought it,

The Heart of the Sourdough

There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon,

The Three Voices

The waves have a story to tell me,

The Law of the Yukon

This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain,

The Parson's Son

This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone,

The Call of the Wild

Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on,

The Lone Trail

Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it,

The Pines

We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines,

The Lure of Little Voices

There's a cry from out the loneliness -- oh, listen, Honey, listen!

The Song of the Wage-Slave

When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay,

Grin

If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about,

The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon,

The Cremation of Sam McGee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun,

My Madonna

I haled me a woman from the street,

Unforgotten

I know a garden where the lilies gleam,

The Reckoning

It's fine to have a blow-out in a fancy restaurant,

Quatrains

One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar,

The Men That Don't Fit In

There's a race of men that don't fit in,

Music in the Bush

O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon,

The Rhyme of the Remittance Man

There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin,

The Low-Down White

This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down,

The Little Old Log Cabin

When a man gets on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town,

The Younger Son

If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land,

The March of the Dead

The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet,

"Fighting Mac"

A pistol shot rings round and round the world,

The Woman and the Angel

An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street,

The Rhyme of the Restless Ones

We couldn't sit and study for the law,

New Year's Eve

It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear,

Comfort

Say! You've struck a heap of trouble,

The Harpy

There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she,

Premonition

'Twas a year ago, and the moon was bright,

The Tramps

Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God's land together,

L'Envoi

You who have lived in the land,