This always brings back so many memories of sitting by a fire in the dark drinking beer, and someone would recite The Cremation of Sam McGee from memory.

You can listen to a pretty good audio version here:

‘The Cremation of Sam McGee’ 🔗 / alaska.org

“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.“