There's a trusty husky maiden in the ArcticAnd she waits for me but it is not in vainFor some day I'll put my mukluks on and ask herIf she'll wed me when ice worms nest againIn the land of pale blue snow where it's ninety-nine belowAnd the polar bears are roaming o'er the plainIn the shadow of the Pole I will clasp her to my soulWe'll be married when the ice worms nest again.
For our wedding feast we'll have seal oil and blubberIn our kayak we will roam the bounding mainAll the walruses will look at us and rubberWe'll be married when the ice worms nest againWhen some night at half-past two I return to my iglooAfter sitting with a friend who was in pain.She'll be waiting for me there with the hambone of a bearAnd she'll beat me till the ice worms nest again.
