Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

41. Ambition 1/13/2003
42. An Epicure 1/13/2003
43. An Old Story 1/13/2003
44. An Olive Fire 1/13/2003
45. Annuitant 1/13/2003
46. Ant Hill 1/13/2003
47. Anti-Profanity 1/13/2003
48. Apollo Belvedere 1/13/2003
49. Armistice Day (1953) 1/13/2003
50. Artist 1/13/2003
51. Aspiration 1/13/2003
52. At Eighty Years 1/13/2003
53. At San Sebastian 1/13/2003
54. At The Golden Pig 1/13/2003
55. At The Parade 1/13/2003
56. At Thirty-Five 1/13/2003
57. Athabaska Dick 1/13/2003
58. Atoll 1/13/2003
59. Aunt Jane 1/13/2003
60. Awake To Smile 1/13/2003
61. Babette 1/13/2003
62. Baby Sitter 1/13/2003
63. Balloon 1/13/2003
64. Bank Robber 1/13/2003
65. Barb-Wire Bill 1/13/2003
66. Barcelona 1/13/2003
67. Bastard 1/13/2003
68. Beachcomber 1/13/2003
69. Beak-Bashing Boy 1/13/2003
70. Bed Sitter 1/13/2003
71. Belated Bard 1/13/2003
72. Belated Conscience 1/13/2003
73. Benjamin Franklin 1/13/2003
74. Bessie's Boil 1/13/2003
75. Bill The Bomber 1/13/2003
76. Bill's Grave 1/13/2003
77. Bill's Prayer 1/13/2003
78. Bindle Stiff 1/13/2003
79. Bingo 1/13/2003
80. Bird Sanctuary 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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