The Gramaphone At Fond-Du-Lac (Robert William Service Poems)
Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store; An' sez he: "Come along ...
Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store; An' sez he: "Come along ...
I've wearied of so many things Adored in youthful days; Music no more my spirit wings, E'en when Master play. ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
A-sitttin' on a cracker box an' spittin' in the stove, I took a sudden notion that I'd kindo' like to ...
School yourself to savour most Joys that have but little cost; Prove the best of life is free, Sun and ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet! We watched the troops returning, through our tears; ...
Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern, And leave my living tranquilly for other folks to ...
That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had! And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies ...
Oh, weren't they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them, Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare; ...
When I played my penny whistle on the braes above Lochgyle The heather bloomed about us, and we heard the ...
It's fine to have a blow-out in a fancy restaurant, With terrapin and canvas-back and all the wine you want; ...
When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee, His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free; But in ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
Sez I: My Country calls? Well, let it call. I grins perlitely and declines wiv thanks. Go, let 'em plaster ...
It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear; Only the black tide weltering, only the hissing snow; ...
My poem may be yours indeed In melody and tone, If in its rhythm you can read A music of ...
Mud is Beauty in the making, Mud is melody awaking; Laughter, leafy whisperings, Butterflies with rainbow wings; Baby babble, lover's ...
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was ...
My boy's come back; he's here at last; He came home on a special train. My longing and my ache ...
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