Madam La Maquise (Robert William Service Poems)
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
Father drank himself to death,-- Quite enjoyed it. Urged to draw a sober breath He'd avoid it. 'Save your sympathy,' ...
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
God's truth! these be the bitter times. In vain I sing my sheaf of rhymes, And hold my battered hat ...
Because I was a wonton wild And welcomed many a lover, Who is the father of my child I wish ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
To buy for school a copy-book I asked my Dad for two-pence; He gave it with a gentle look, Although ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
Oh Julie Claire was very fair, Yet generous as well, And many a lad of metal had A saucy tale ...
(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and ...
The God of Scribes looked down and saw The bitter band of seven, Who had outraged his holy law And ...
Never knew Jim, did you? Our boy Jim? Bless you, there was the likely lad; Supple and straight and long ...
"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad, On this glittering morn of May?" "I'm going to join the Colours, ...
Twin boys I bore, my joy, my care, My hope, my life they were to me; Their father, dashing, debonair, ...
In all the pubs from Troon to Ayr Grandfather's father would repair With Bobby Burns, a drouthy pair, The glass ...
Poppies, you try to tell me, glowing there in the wheat; Poppies! Ah no! You mock me: It's blood, I ...
The meal was o'er, the lamp was lit, The family sat in its glow; The Mother never ceased to knit, ...
"Black is the sky, but the land is white-- (O the wind, the snow and the storm!)-- Father, where is ...
The General now lives in town; He's eighty odd, they say; You'll see him strolling up and down The Prada ...
Mumsie and Dad are raven dark And I am lily blonde. ''Tis strange,' I once heard nurse remark, 'You do ...
Son put a poser up to me That made me scratch my head: "God made the whole wide world," quoth ...
The poppies gleamed like bloody pools through cotton-woolly mist; The Captain kept a-lookin' at the watch upon his wrist; And ...
Hark to the Sourdough story, told at sixty below, When the pipes are lit and we smoke and spit Into ...
"I'm going, Billy, old fellow. Hist, lad! Don't make any noise. There's Boches to beat all creation, the pitch of ...
Said darling daughter unto me: "oh Dad, how funny it would be If you had gone to Mexico A score ...
Because I've eighty years and odd, And darkling is my day, I now prepare to meet my God, And for ...
Franklin fathered bastards fourteen, (So I read in the New Yorker); If it's true, in terms of courtin' Benny must ...
I saw a Priest in beetle black Come to our golden beach, And I was taken sore aback Lest he ...
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