Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

401. Old Crony 1/13/2003
402. Old David Smail 1/13/2003
403. Old Ed 1/13/2003
404. Old Engine Driver 1/13/2003
405. Old Scout 1/13/2003
406. Old Sweethearts 1/13/2003
407. Old Tom 1/13/2003
408. Old Trouper 1/13/2003
409. Ommission 1/13/2003
410. On The Boulevard 1/13/2003
411. On The Wire 1/13/2003
412. Only A Boche 1/13/2003
413. Orphan School 1/13/2003
414. Our Daily Bread 1/13/2003
415. Our Hero 1/13/2003
416. Our Pote 1/13/2003
417. Over The Parapet 1/13/2003
418. Pantheist 1/13/2003
419. Patches 1/13/2003
420. Pavement Poet 1/13/2003
421. Pedlar 1/13/2003
422. Perfection 1/13/2003
423. Periods 1/13/2003
424. Picture Dealer 1/13/2003
425. Pilgrims 1/13/2003
426. Pipe Smoker 1/13/2003
427. Playboy 1/13/2003
428. Plebeian Plutocrat 1/13/2003
429. Poet And Peer 1/13/2003
430. Poet's Path 1/13/2003
431. Politeness 1/13/2003
432. Pooch 1/13/2003
433. Poor Cock Robin 1/13/2003
434. Poor Kid 1/13/2003
435. Poor Peter 1/13/2003
436. Poor Poet 1/13/2003
437. Portent 1/13/2003
438. Portrait 1/13/2003
439. Post Office Romance 1/13/2003
440. Pragmatic 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Robert William Service

The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in ...

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You Can'T Can Love

I don't know how the fishes feel, but I can't help thinking it odd,
That a gay young flapper of a female eel should fall in love with a cod.
Yet - that's exactly what she did and it only goes to prove,
That' what evr you do you can't put the lid on that crazy feeling Love.

Now that young tom-cod was a dreadful rake, and he had no wish to wed,
But he feared that her foolish heart would break, so this is what he said:
"Some fellows prize a woman's eyes, and some admire her lips,
While so

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