Over The Parapet (Robert William Service Poems)
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven ...
In London City I evade For charming Burlington Arcade - For thee in youth I met a maid By name ...
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
At dusk I saw a craintive mouse That sneaked and stole around the house; At first I took it for ...
'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright (Oh, I remember so well, so well); I walked with my ...
I have a house I've lived in long: I can't recall my going in. 'Twere better bartered for a song ...
Where are the dames I used to know In Dawson in the days of yore? Alas, it's fifty years ago, ...
I sat her in her baby chair, And set upon its tray Her kewpie doll and teddy bear, But no, ...
It's slim and trim and bound in blue; Its leaves are crisp and edged with gold; Its words are simple, ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
Said Lenin's ghost to Stalin's ghost: "Mate with me in the Tomb; Then day by day the rancid host May ...
That boy I took in the car last night, With the body that awfully sagged away, And the lips blood-crisped, ...
I I took the clock down from the shelf; "At eight," said I, "I shoot myself." It lacked a minute ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
I've sung of Violet de Vere, that slinky, minky dame, Of Gertie of the Diamond Tooth, and Touch-the-Button Nell, And ...
I will not wash my face; I will not brush my hair; I "pig" around the place-- There's nobody to ...
Obit 23rd April 1616 Is it not strange that on this common date, Two titans of their age, aye of ...
Fearing that she might go one day With some fine fellow of her choice, I called her from her childish ...
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
Having an aged hate of height I forced myself to climb the Tower, Yet paused at every second flight Because ...
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