There's the man who scrabbles and slaves for gold,
Who blazes the trail and braves the cold;
There's his malamute dog and his gee-pole sled
That enlivens the stories and the book you've read.

There's the vampire woman of renown,
Who comes to Alaska to drag men down,
Featured in movies, a Northern Queen,
Lauded in books; flashed on the screen,
Alaska has been called the back door of Hell,
For that's all the life the writes tell,
No scribblers have told the story of you-
Of that other woman, just good and true.

She doesn't come here just because "It's the life."
She is sister and Mother and Wife,
She is comrade and pal and partner, too
Fortune or loss, she sees it through;
She never adorns the lines of a book.
She looks just like Mothers and Sisters look,
She stays, just to make a home for you,
This other woman, just good and true.

Well, it takes all kinds, the sober the gay,
But I know, and think, and I'm here to say,
That Alaska without her would be mighty blue,
This other woman, just good and true.