The Greatest Writer Of By Robert William Service

The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last occasion that I met him:…

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The Haggis Of Private Mcphee By Robert William Service

The Haggis Of Private Mcphee “Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither’s postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick,” says Private McPhee. “And whit…

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The Hat By Robert William Service

The Hat In city shop a hat I saw That to my fancy seemed to strike, I gave my wage to buy the straw, And…

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The Hand By Robert William Service

The Hand Throughout my life I see A guiding hand; The pitfalls set for me Were grimly planned. But always when and where They opened…

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The Harpy By Robert William Service

The Harpy There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years all told were…

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Lord, I’m Grey, My Face By Robert William Service

Lord, I’m grey, my face is run, But by old Harry, I’ve had my fun; And all about, I seem to see Lads and lassies…

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Agnostic By Robert William Service

Agnostic The chapel looms against the sky, Above the vine-clad shelves, And as the peasants pass it by They cross themselves. But I alone, I…

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Fool Faith By Robert William Service

Fool Faith Said I: “See yon vast heaven shine,– What earthly sight diviner? Before such radiant Design Why doubt Designer?” Said he: “Design is just…

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My Bear By Robert William Service

My Bear I never killed a bear because I always thought them critters was So kindo’ cute; Though round my shack they often came, I’d…

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Balloon By Robert William Service

Balloon I bought my little grandchild Ann A bright balloon, And I was such a happy man To hear her croon. She laughed and babbled…

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Grand-Père By Robert William Service

Grand-PÈRe And so when he reached my bed The General made a stand: “My brave young fellow,” he said, “I would shake your hand.” So…

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Jim By Robert William Service

Jim Never knew Jim, did you? Our boy Jim? Bless you, there was the likely lad; Supple and straight and long of limb, Clean as…

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A Little Prayer By Robert William Service

A Little Prayer Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things – The song of birds, the rapture of the rose; Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh…

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Hot Digitty Dog By Robert William Service

Hot Digitty Dog Hot digitty dog! Now, ain’t it queer, I’ve been abroad for over a year; Seen a helluva lot since then, Killed, I…

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Maids In May By Robert William Service

Maids In May Three maids there were in meadow bright, The eldest less then seven; Their eyes were dancing with delight, And innocent as Heaven….

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An Englishman Was Thomas By Robert William Service

An Englishman was Thomas Paine Who bled for liberty; But while his fight was far from vain He died in poverty: Though some are of…

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France, August First, By Robert William Service

(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and the golden dells, Ringing and…

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My Daddy Used To Wallop By Robert William Service

My Daddy used to wallop me for every small offense: “Its takes a hair-brush back,” said he, “to teach kids common-sense.” And still to-day I…

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Because My Teeth Are By Robert William Service

Because my teeth are feebly few I cannot bolt my grub like you, But have to chew and chew and chew As you can see;…

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He Dreamed Away His By Robert William Service

He dreamed away his hours in school; He sat with such an absent air, The master reckoned him a fool, And gave him up in…

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My Dog’s My Boss By Robert William Service

My Dog’s My Boss Each day when it’s anighing three Old Dick looks at the clock, Then proudly brings my stick to me To mind…

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I Am The Cannon King, By Robert William Service

I am the Cannon King, behold! I perish on a throne of gold. With forest far and turret high, Renowned and rajah-rich am I. My…

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Being A Shorty, As You By Robert William Service

Being a shorty, as you see, A bare five footer, The why my wife is true to me Is my six-shooter. For every time a…

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Mike By Robert William Service

Mike My lead dog Mike was like a bear; I reckon he was grizzly bred, For when he reared up in the air Ho over-topped…

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He Was My Best And By Robert William Service

He was my best and oldest friend. I’d known him all my life. And yet I’m sure towards the end He knew I loved his…

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As You Gaze Beyond The By Robert William Service

As you gaze beyond the bay With such wanness in your eyes, You who have out-stayed your day, Seeing other stars arise, Slender though your…

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I Own A Gorgeous By Robert William Service

I own a gorgeous Cadillac, A chauffeur garbed in blue; And as I sit behind his back His beefy neck I view. Yet let me…

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My Garret By Robert William Service

My Garret Here is my Garret up five flights of stairs; Here’s where I deal in dreams and ply in fancies, Here is the wonder-shop…

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Bill’s Grave By Robert William Service

Bill’s Grave I’m gatherin’ flowers by the wayside to lay on the grave of Bill; I’ve sneaked away from the billet, ’cause Jim wouldn’t understand;…

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I’m Just A Mediocre Man By Robert William Service

I’m just a mediocre man Of no high-brow pretence; A comfortable life I plan With care and commonsense. I do the things most people do,…

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‘nay; I Don’t Need A By Robert William Service

‘Nay; I don’t need a hearing aid’ I told Mama-in-law; ‘For if I had I’d be afraid Of your eternal jaw; Although at me you…

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You Ask Me What I Call By Robert William Service

You ask me what I call Success – It is, I wonder, Happiness? It is not wealth, it is not fame, Nor rank, nor power…

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You And Me By Robert William Service

You And Me I’m part of people I have known And they are part of me; The seeds of thought that I have sown In…

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You Can’t Can Love By Robert William Service

You Can’T Can Love I don’t know how the fishes feel, but I can’t help thinking it odd, That a gay young flapper of a…

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You Make It In Your By Robert William Service

You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier’s rosy gleam; You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear; You lift it with your bay’nit,…

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You See That Sheaf Of By Robert William Service

You see that sheaf of slender books Upon the topmost shelf, At which no browser ever looks, Because they’re by . . . myself; They’re…

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You Speak To Me, But By Robert William Service

You speak to me, but does your speech With truest truth your thought convey? I listen to your words and each Is what I wait…

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The Flower Shop By Robert William Service

The Flower Shop Because I have no garden and No pence to buy, Before the flower shop I stand And sigh. The beauty of the…

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The Fool By Robert William Service

The Fool “But it isn’t playing the game,” he said, And he slammed his books away; “The Latin and Greek I’ve got in my head…

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The Front Tooth By Robert William Service

The Front Tooth A-sittin’ in the Bull and Pump With double gins to keep us cheery Says she to me, says Polly Crump” “What makes…

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The General Now Lives In By Robert William Service

The General now lives in town; He’s eighty odd, they say; You’ll see him strolling up and down The Prada any day. He goes to…

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The Ghosts By Robert William Service

The Ghosts Said Lenin’s ghost to Stalin’s ghost: “Mate with me in the Tomb; Then day by day the rancid host May gaze upon our…

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The Goat And I By Robert William Service

The Goat And I Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of brass….

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The God Of Common-Sense By Robert William Service

The God Of Common-Sense My Daddy used to wallop me for every small offense: “Its takes a hair-brush back,” said he, “to teach kids common-sense.”…

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The God Of Scribes By Robert William Service

The God of Scribes looked down and saw The bitter band of seven, Who had outraged his holy law And lost their hope of Heaven:…

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The Gramaphone At Fond-Du-Lac By Robert William Service

The Gramaphone At Fond-Du-Lac Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store; An’ sez he: “Come along for…

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The Great Recall By Robert William Service

The Great Recall I’ve wearied of so many things Adored in youthful days; Music no more my spirit wings, E’en when Master play. For stage…

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The Host By Robert William Service

The Host I never could imagine God: I don’t suppose I ever will. Beside His altar fire I nod With senile drowsiness but still In…

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The Humble Garret Where By Robert William Service

The humble garret where I dwell Is in that Quarter called the Latin; It isn’t spacious — truth to tell, There’s hardly room to swing…

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The Idealist By Robert William Service

The Idealist Oh you who have daring deeds to tell! And you who have felt Ambition’s spell! Have you heard of the louse who longed…

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The Joy Of Being Poor By Robert William Service

The Joy Of Being Poor I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was…

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The Joy Of Little Things By Robert William Service

The Joy Of Little Things It’s good the great green earth to roam, Where sights of awe the soul inspire; But oh, it’s best, the…

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The Judge Looked Down, By Robert William Service

The Judge looked down, his face was grim, He scratched his ear; The gangster’s moll looked up at him With eyes of fear. She thought:…

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I Envy Not Those Gay By Robert William Service

I envy not those gay galoots Who count on dying in their boots; For that, to tell the sober truth Sould be the privilege of…

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Oh, It’s Pleasant By Robert William Service

Oh, it’s pleasant sitting here, Seeing all the people pass; You beside your bock of beer, I behind my demi-tasse. Chatting of no matter what….

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Each Day A Life By Robert William Service

Each Day A Life I count each day a little life, With birth and death complete; I cloister it from care and strife And keep…

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I Thought I Would Go By Robert William Service

I thought I would go daft when Joey died. He was my first, and wise beyond his years. For nigh a hundred nights I cried…

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My Library By Robert William Service

My Library Like prim Professor of a College I primed my shelves with books of knowledge; And now I stand before them dumb, Just like…

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Book Borrower By Robert William Service

Book Borrower I am a mild man, you’ll agree, But red my rage is, When folks who borrow books from me Turn down their pages….

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In Paris On A Morn Of By Robert William Service

In Paris on a morn of May I sent a radio transalantic To catch a steamer on the way, But oh the postal fuss was…

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