The Squaw Man (Robert William Service Poems)
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
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, ...
Oh darling Eric, why did you For my fond affection sue, And then with surgeons artful aid Transform yourself into ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
"You're bloody right - I was a Red," The Man from Cook's morosely said. And if our chaps had won ...
Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With ...
Men have navels more or less; Some are neat, some not Being fat I must confess Mine is far from ...
Though Virtue hurt you Vice is nice; Aye, Parson says it's wrong, Yet for my pleasing I'll suffice With Women, ...
Mary and I were twenty-two When we were wed; A well-matched pair, right smart to view The town's folk said. ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
I call myself a Tranquilist; With deep detachment I exist, From friction free; While others court the gilded throng And ...
I don't know how the fishes feel, but I can't help thinking it odd, That a gay young flapper of ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay, I hope that it won't ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street; His halo was tilted sideways, and his ...
(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
(The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg? It's off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I've ...
As I go forth from fair to mart With racket ringing, Who would divine that in my heart Mad larks ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
I burned my fingers on the stove And wept with bitterness; But poor old Auntie Maggie strove To comfort my ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
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