This was a favourite of my dad’s, and you can’t go wrong with Johnny Cash reciting it.   The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service There are strange things done in the midnight sun     By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales     That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,     But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge     I cremated Sam McGee. Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home in the South to roam ’round the Pole, God only…