The Wildy Ones (Robert William Service Poems)
The sheep are in the silver wood, The cows are in the broom; The goats are in the wild mountain ...
The sheep are in the silver wood, The cows are in the broom; The goats are in the wild mountain ...
(The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg? It's off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I've ...
Pines against the sky, Pluming the purple hill; Pines . . . and I wonder why, Heart, you quicken and ...
Selecting in the dining-room The silver of his choice, The burglar heard from chamber gloom A female voice. As cold ...
Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! ...
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing; Islands of opal float on silver seas; Swift splendors kindle, ...
Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of ...
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin, And it roamed the velvet valley till to-day; But ...
Cinderella in the street In a ragged gown, Sloven slippers on her feet, Shames our tidy town; Harsh her locks ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
My folks think I'm a serving maid Each time I visit home; They do not dream I ply a trade ...
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