When toe dawn broke out we hitched them up
Each dog in his special style,
And we started on that long trail up,
Full one hundred and sixty miles.
It was cold as sin as we started to climb
Into the teeth of the day
And the trail grew rough, but we had the stuff,
And were bound to make that Kay.

There were cracking whips and cracking ice
As we broke through the frozen glow,
And the lead dogs glared through the flying frost
And leapt into the blinding snow.
As the winds crept up to a serious force,
We bent to the cold wind's sway
Twenty huskies hard, and a Saint Bernard
All bound for the next of Kay.