The Old Armchair (Robert William Service Poems)
In all the pubs from Troon to Ayr Grandfather's father would repair With Bobby Burns, a drouthy pair, The glass ...
In all the pubs from Troon to Ayr Grandfather's father would repair With Bobby Burns, a drouthy pair, The glass ...
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane, Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the ...
I I took the clock down from the shelf; "At eight," said I, "I shoot myself." It lacked a minute ...
I used to sing, when I was young, The joy of idleness; But now I'm grey I hold my tongue, ...
I never kill a fly because I think that what we have of laws To regulate and civilize Our daily ...
"If you repent," the Parson said," Your sins will be forgiven. Aye, even on your dying bed You're not too ...
Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God's land together, And we sang the old, old Earth-song, for our ...
Where are the dames I used to know In Dawson in the days of yore? Alas, it's fifty years ago, ...
Oh bear with me, for I am old And count on fingers five The years this pencil I may hold ...
Mumsie and Dad are raven dark And I am lily blonde. ''Tis strange,' I once heard nurse remark, 'You do ...
Lord, I'm grey, my face is run, But by old Harry, I've had my fun; And all about, I seem ...
Before I drink myself to death, God, let me finish up my Book! At night, I fear, I fight for ...
He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim. He asked me for a grubstake, and the same ...
"Hullo, young Jones! with your tie so gay And your pen behind your ear; Will you mark my cheque in ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
Unto his housemaid spoke the Laird: "Tonight the Bishop is our guest; The spare room must be warmed and aired: ...
He hurried away, young heart of joy, under our Devon sky! And I watched him go, my beautiful boy, and ...
He was our leader and our guide; He was our saviour and our star. We walked in friendship by his ...
I envy not those gay galoots Who count on dying in their boots; For that, to tell the sober truth ...
The Elders of the Tribe were grouped And squatted in the Council Cave; They seemed to be extremely pooped, And ...
Cinderella in the street In a ragged gown, Sloven slippers on her feet, Shames our tidy town; Harsh her locks ...
It's not for laws I've broken That bitter tears I've wept, But solemn vows I've spoken And promises unkept; It's ...
A pencil, sir; a penny -- won't you buy? I'm cold and wet and tired, a sorry plight; Don't turn ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
Sweet maiden, why disguise The beauty of your eyes With glasses black? Although I'm well aware That you are more ...
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