Milking Time (Robert William Service Poems)
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
The clover was in blossom, an' the year was at the June, When Flap-jack Billy hit the town, likewise O'Flynn's ...
I love to watch my seven cows In meads of buttercups abrowse, With guilded knees; But even more I love ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
Though elegance I ill afford, My living-room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of ...
The sheep are in the silver wood, The cows are in the broom; The goats are in the wild mountain ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
You talk o' prayer an' such - Well, I jest don't know how; I guess I got as much Religion ...
'Why keep a cow when I can buy,' Said he, 'the milk I need,' I wanted to spit in his ...
Stupidity, woe's anodyne, Be kind and comfort me in mine; Smooth out the furrows of my brow, Make me as ...
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