Klondike

Over the mountains and far away, ïn tlie regions of ice and snmv, Manya pilgrim is trudging, lo-day, With a heart full of hope and shoutiug: " Yo-ho ! F)r Klondike !" Over the mountains, beyond the plaiiis, Where the great rlver wluds to 'he sea, ïiauy a pioneer jingles galns, And stnes In a frenzted In Klondike! Thonsands and thousanda of miles away, In the land oí the polar bear, Mny v man is digging to day, Quiy to flnd Lbat theie's nothing there- In Kloudïke ! í;mv a husband, many a son, And many a father, too; ídauy a man who is dcar to some one ís cliinblng tlie glaciers, leading through To Klondike ! aiany a mother and many a wlfe And many a one that is dear .reamiüg. to-day. of a happier life Aud hopet'ully waiting to hear From Klondike ! .iBd thonsands aud thousands of golden Uopes And many a dream that is fair .re destined to die 011 the frozen slopes And flud their graves out there ín Kloudike!