"I know the trail I am seeking
It's up by the lake of the bear
It's down by the arctic barrens
It's over to Hudson's Bay
Maybe I'll get there-maybe-
Death is set by a hair.
Hark it's the Northland calling
Now must I go away
Go to the wild that waits for me
Go where the moose and musk ox be
Go to the wolf and the secret snows
go to my fate."