Matterhorn
We started out from Bern one sunny Augast morn There was just the four of us against the Matterhorn There was Albert the Australian and John the Irishman Me and Bill from Britain, mad dogs in the sun Matterhorn, Matterhorn Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn That mighty Matterhorn Two miles up we lost John and the rations fell bellow Al and Bill were lying beneath an avalanche of snow Now here I am all alone and I know I cannot stop * Refrain Now here I am a-dying upon the Matterhorn Not a grave for me to lie in, not a thing to keep me warm The Queen would surely knight me if I could get back down But it's closer here to heaven that it is back to the ground * Refrain