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This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, / On the wild, weird nights when the Northern Lights shoot up from the frozen zone, / And it's sixty below, and couched in the snow the hungry huskies moan.
"I'm one of the Arctic brotherhood, I'm an old-time pioneer.