suffering without end
    we sustain in Alaska
    salmon and blubber every day 
    because the Chinese contractor is a miser  
    we lay down under a pile of blankets   
    and we sleep curling 
    and still it is cold 
    and when 5 o'clock rings 
    we rise groggily, for we could hardly move our legs
    we are still chewing our breakfast  
    the bugle sound furious and fast 
    and we rush to the cannery pronto 
    and we work as hard as a water buffalo
    I go to the restroom often to while away the time
    why, oh why 
    did I come to the Land of the Midnight Sun 
    I used to dress and eat well in my beloved Philippines   
    without working, without sweating