I Remember Little Of The Yukon Or

A Promise Made Is A Debt Unpaid.

Carry On! Carry On! Fight The Good Fight And True; Believe In You Mission, Greet Life With A Cheer.

There's A Race Of Men That Don't Fit In, A Race That Can't Sit Still; So They Break The Hearts Of Kith And Kin, And They Roam The World At Will. They Range The Field And Rove The Flood, And They Climb The Mountain's Crest; Their's Is The Curse Of The Gypsy Blood, And They Don't Know How To Rest.

It's The Steady, Quiet, Plodding Ones Who Win In The Lifelong Race.

His Life, Though None Too Long, Was Never Dull: Of Woman, Wine And Song Bill Had His Full.