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I left for the Yukon trail and I lived to regret the day

Bound for the Klondike goldfields two-thousand miles away

I paid too much for passage that much I can recall

On a steamship so overfilled it could barely float at all

On the rocky Northern coast we ran aground three times

But somehow we made it to Dyea up at the end of the line

Lured on by the promise of fortune and of fate

On the stampede rush winter of ninety-seven and ninety-eight

Up the Chilkoot Pass fourty times and back

To haul a years worth of supplies past the Mounties and the tax

Already I was done for but the trail had just begun

On the Yukon Klondike gold rush in the land of the midnight sun

I lost my soul in the search for gold up on the Yukon trail

On a cold dark night ‘neath the Northern lights

Where the wind and the wolves did wail

Some say that hell is a mountain of fire

But I know that it ain’t so

It’s the ice and the snow and the frostbite cold

When the team won’t pull and the dogs won’t go

And the curse of the Yukon gold

I spent the Winter chopping logs and planing planks and boards

Building a scow to float downriver on the Lake Bennett shore

Living in a canvas tent where the blizzard winds did blow

I never felt the cold before at fify-five below

I lost my mind to cabin fever counting the restless days

Waiting for the spring ice breakup and the chance to get underway

Through the canyons and the rapids on the Yukon River run

Five hundred miles to the North and the goldfields at Dawson

My scow was smashed to splinters and my outfit took the toll

At Five Finger Rapids I damn near lost it all

Driven on by demons I’ll never understand

Just to get a little colour in the sluice box or get a little gold in the pan

I was there on the «Golden Stairs» and all I do is curse

Those who came the Stikine route said it was even worse

And those poor lost souls who made the trek overland from Edmonton

They left their bones in the muskeg swamp under the Northern Sun

So here’s to those who went to hell and lived to tell the tale

Of the swamps and mud and black fly blood of a packhorse on the trail

Those who never did come back from the gold dust fever dream

Whose trail ended long before they ever saw the nuggets gleam

I was there on the stampede trail and I staked my claim

But something down inside me died and I’ll never be the same

When I hear the word «Gold Rush» it makes my blood run cold

And even to the very end of the world I would pack right up and go

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