"Will Anyone Search for Danny?"

This rime is in the book "Will Anyone search for Danny?" written by Earl B. Pilgrim.

Who's got the grit to listen to a story, that's untold,
About the dying Newfie Ranger, lying in the ice and snow,
With his feet and hands all frozen, his food and shelter gone,
He is dying, yes he's dying,  lying in the chilly dawn.

Danny Corcoran,twenty-one, has St. John's down in his heart,
He hasn't met the northern blizzards that can tear your soul apart,
He ignored old-timers' warnings, "Only travel in the trees,"
"If you walk the open country, you are guaranteed to freeze."

A report reached the Ranger, they're killing all the caribou,
"Then I'll patrol the open country,it's the proper thing to do,"
"I'll catch those crooks and lock them up over in Port Saunders jail,"
"And return in four to Harbour Deep in time to catch the mail."

He never returned in just four days to catch the northern mail,
They found him dying in the snow next to a logger's trail,
It took seven days to the hospital from his icy bed of snow,
"Too late, too late," said the doctor, "to live, he can't. We know."

Now it's in the poachers' cabins as they sit around at night,
When the wind blows through the mountains and they gaze at the lamplight,
You can hear the sound of crying, of sobs,of moans and yells,
It's Danny, the Newfie Ranger, the red-haired Newfie Ranger,
He's frozen, limping, crawling, and lost on the open hills.