Way up the North Atlantic Close by the Arctic Pole Lies an isle of vast dimensions With a strange unearthly soul.   Lies an isle of lonely beauty Where mighty winds fast Rush o`er the ancient glaciers From a dim and distant past.   Where life is hard for polar bear Likewise the arctic fox Yet each God gave the heart to love These ice - encrusted rocks.   Where Eskimo and sled-dog Must strain from dusk to down To claim a bit of arction Before the summer`s gone   Then darkness rules the heavens For a long and wint’ry night Till Sun breaks forth in springtime Again to shed his light.   When now the cold black raven Attempts with man to vie As low it sweeps o’er Thule To share with him the sky.   Tho’ bleak it seams and empty Tho’ it lays no claim to fame It’s a snow-white jewel of Denmark And Greenland is its name.