If you can hit the trail in zero weather  And laugh at frozen hand, or foot or face;

If you can eat your dogs, and still keep moving  And beat the rest, and hold the stampede's pace;

If you can stake and dig alone, unaided  And hold your ground, if needs be with a

And find the gold and have some lawyer steal it,  And lose, and start again, and call it fun.

If you can go a year on mouldy bacon  And fight the scurvy off with bayo beans;

If you can jump your socks and do your washing  And smile the while you patch your threadbare jeans;

If you can laugh when sordid hunger mocks you  And smile while passing strangers eat your grub;

If you can boost when everybody knocks you  And know him wrong who holds you but a dub.

If you can still the pain when Outside calls you  And choke back thoughts of friends you still hold dear;

If you can still the dreams when night befalls you  And wake and strike while eyes and brain are clear;

If you can wait and stick it out a-smiling  When longing letters come to you from home,

And then don't find the taste of "hootch" beguiling  You'll like this Land, from Seward up to Nome.

If you can bear the deadly strain of waiting  Till your turn comes, and fortune smiles on you;

If you can fight and lose and keep on fighting  And to your early promises stay true;

If you can go thru Hell to spend the summer  And cuss, and freeze, and starve the winter

And start in broke again another New Year  You don't need this Land to make a man of you.

If you can beat the Row, the Game, the Dance-hall  And all men's pleasures, that you know are sin;

If you can live alone, and not get lonesome  Nor heed the "lady" when she says "come in":

If you can pick a winner from the "wild cats"  And hold and hope when everything looks blue;

If you can give up everything you've ever cared for  Then







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