Friday, August 25, 2006

Pressie is officially stateside! I talked to him today and will see him sunday at the latest. After the loss of Maritime, this is the best possible news. When I actually get to talk to him I shall have one proposition to put forward: Vietnam. Not that we get involved in any sort of protracted police action, but that we go as tourists for fun. It's being French-speaking certainly adds to its appeal, but it's also ridiculously cheap, I'm told, and full of wonderful dining, shopping, etc. In short, it's our perfect vacation (Mazatlan Spring Break not included, wink wink).

But now for a lyrical send-off for my dear, departed (not dead) friend:

Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.

Big Sam left Seattle in the year of '92,
With George Pratt, his partner, and brother, Billy, too.
They crossed the Yukon River and found the bonanza gold.
Below that old white mountain just a little south-east of Nome.

Sam crossed the majestic mountains to the valleys far below.
He talked to his team of huskies as he mushed on through the snow.
With the northern lights a-running wild in the land of the midnight sun,
Yes, Sam McCord was a mighty man in the year of nineteen-one.

Where the river is winding,
Big nuggets they're finding.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.

Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.

George turned to Sam with his gold in his hand,
Said: "Sam you're a-lookin'at a lonely, lonely man.
"I'd trade all the gold that's buried in this land,
"For one small band of gold to place on sweet little Ginnie's hand.

"'Cos a man needs a woman to love him all the time.
"Remember, Sam, a true love is so hard to find.
"I'd build for my Ginnie, a honeymoon home.
"Below that old white mountain just a little south-east of Nome."

Where the river is winding,
Big nuggets they're finding.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.

Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)

1 comment:

Madge said...

Yes, it's a classic. And I know from experience that the only thing that will knock it out of your head is Roger Miller's 'King of the Road'.