The Parson’s Son (Robert William Service Poems)
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, Where all except the flag is strange ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
"You're bloody right - I was a Red," The Man from Cook's morosely said. And if our chaps had won ...
For oh, when the war will be over We'll go and we'll look for our dead; We'll go when the ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer ...
Our cowman, old Ed, hadn't much in his head, And lots of folks though him a witling; But he wasn't ...
"Gather around me, children dear; The wind is high and the night is cold; Closer, little ones, snuggle near; Let's ...
That Tom was poor was sure a pity, Such guts for learning had the lad; He took to Greek like ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
Each New Year's Eve I used to brood On my misdoings of the past, And vowed: "This year I'll be ...
The God of Scribes looked down and saw The bitter band of seven, Who had outraged his holy law And ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
My Daddy used to wallop me for every small offense: "Its takes a hair-brush back," said he, "to teach kids ...
The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three; Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee. ...
The meal was o'er, the lamp was lit, The family sat in its glow; The Mother never ceased to knit, ...
(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and ...
The porter in the Pullman car Was charming, as they sometimes are. He scanned my baggage tags: "Are you The ...
(With apologies to the singer of the "Song of the Banjo".) I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone; ...
What was the blackest sight to me Of all that campaign? A naked woman tied to a tree With jagged ...
Me and Ed and a stretcher Out on the nootral ground. (If there's one dead corpse, I'll betcher There's a ...
Son put a poser up to me That made me scratch my head: "God made the whole wide world," quoth ...
When your marrer bone seems 'oller, And you're glad you ain't no taller, And you're all a-shakin' like you 'ad ...
God gave you guts: don't let Him down; Brace up, be worthy of His giving. The road's a rut, the ...
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance, Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
"The aristocratic ne'er-do-well in Canada frequently finds his way into the ranks of the Royal North-West Mounted Police." -- Extract. ...
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