Way up in the cold of the Yukon of freezing point fifty below
Where Robert Service penned his great poems going back many decades ago
The timber wolves howl in the darkness their loud wailings pierce the calm of night
One can visualize the snow clad landscape that looks ghostly in the moonlight.
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I am looking for lyrics or a poem that repeats 'do not go out at eighty below'. I have heard this recited a few times. Anybody have an idea. Not Service or London apparently.