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Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it,

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

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

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

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

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

There are strange things done in the midnight sun,

I haled me a woman from the street,

I know a garden where the lilies gleam,