The day is passed, the sun is setting,
And at last, it's time I'm getting
Home, to family's embracing.

Despite the trail that I am facing,
And the bitter gale that's chasing
Day, my heart remains uplifted.

For in great manner I am gifted,
More than any panner's sifted
Gold, with loving spouse and daughter.

So 'cross ice I'll slip and totter,
And think “How nice t'were it a hotter
Night,” but my appetite is whetting.

For day is passed, the sun is setting,
And at last, it's time I'm getting
Home.