Mr. Speaker,
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the folks who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails and the winter tales
Will make you long for the cold;
The Northern Lights are beautiful sights,
For anyone to see,
For a night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
in the Yukon is the place to be;
Now whether you come from Calgary, to kick-sled or flirt in the snow,
Or leave home in the south to roam up on Air North, God only knows;
Embrace the cold, and the land of gold will hold you like a spell,
And then you will say, in your homely way that you have never lived so well.
On a Christmas day you can mush your way over the Dawson trail.
Lose a toe on the way? That’s okay, it will go in the next cocktail!
Ring in the New Year in Beaver Creek, Old Crow or Watson Lake;
Wherever you go, you will surely know many sights that will memories make.
There are strange things done in the winter’s night by all who would be bold;
On Arctic trails amid moonlight spruce you will ski, sled, or look for moose.
The northern lights are an incredible sight for all of you to see;
Now I welcome you all to the land that I love, happy holidays all, from me!