Robert William Service Poems

They brought the mighty chief to town;
They showed him strange, unwonted sights;
Yet as he wandered up and down,
He seemed to scorn their vain delights.
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When I am dead I will not care
Forever more,
If sky be radiantly fair
Or tempest roar.
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Elisabeth imagines I've
A yellow streak
She deems I have no dash and drive,
Jest dogoned weak.
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Of all the meals that glad my day
My morning one's the best;
Purveyed me on a silver tray,
Immaculately dressed.
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I love to watch my seven cows
In meads of buttercups abrowse,
With guilded knees;
But even more I love to see
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I am a mild man, you'll agree,
But red my rage is,
When folks who borrow books from me
Turn down their pages.
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I know how father's strap would feel,
If ever I were caught,
So mother's jam I did not steal,
Though theft was in my thought.
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When Aunt Jane died we hunted round,
And money everywhere we found.
How much I do not care to say,
But no death duties will we pay,
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Said I to Pain: "You would not dare
Do ill to me."
Said Pain: "Poor fool! Why should I care
Whom you may be?
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When your marrer bone seems 'oller,
And you're glad you ain't no taller,
And you're all a-shakin' like you 'ad the chills;
When your skin creeps like a pullet's,
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