Apologies To Robert W Service

There's a tale that is told In the night Yukon cold Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew The truth as it's known Is a legend that's grown And the truth is known by very few It's twenty years on The Malamutes gone There's nobody left from that night But there's talk of some gold That sometimes is told Of what happened just after the fight There is word of a bar "The New Yukon Star" And a fellow down there who can play The place it is grand The best in the land And it's found down by Old Frisco Bay Now, remember the poke Of McGrew's the tale spoke And what happened when Dan was now dead From his neck it was freed And the poke held the deed To Dangerous Dan's claim it was said When the Northern lights glow Bringing life to the snow They say that old Dan walks again But twenty years past Dan took that breath, yes, his last And left the world of mortal men Now, the saloon down in Frisco With a barkeep named Cisco Had a picture of Dan on the wall They say that his ghost Makes it smile when you toast Dan McGrew when it is last call A traveller came And remembered Dan's name One night as he sat with his drink The piano was loud And he saw through the crowd A face, which made the man think He once was a cop And on occasion did stop At the bar when Dan McGrew died He looked at the face But wasn't sure of the place That he knew it, but damn boys he tried There's a place saved in hell For those under the spell Of those who cheated out old Dan McGrew In the stories it's told how his poke with his gold Was stolen by someone he knew Think of the name Of the one living with shame From Dan's last night beneath the north star Just who could build A place always filled A hotel and a popular bar There on the stair With long silvery hair Through cigar smoke that made the air blue Was the girl who once danced And had Dan entranced The girl known only as Lou