Robert William Service Poems

I think I'll buy a little field,
Though scant am I of pelf,
And hold the hope that it may yield
A living for myself;
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In youth I longed to paint
The loveliness I saw;
And yet by dire constraint
I had to study Law.
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I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie,
Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die--
Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
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'Come, see,' said he, 'my four-foot shelf,
A forty volume row;
And every one I wrote myself,
But that, of course, you know.'
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Hurrah! I'm off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere;
My satchel's swinging on my back, my staff is in my hand;
I've twenty louis in my purse, I know the sun and sea are there,
And so I'm starting out to-day to tramp the golden land.
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Could Fate ordain a lot for me
Beyond all human ills,
I think that I would choose to be
A shephard of the hills;
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Between the mountain and the sea
I've made a happy landing;
And here a peace has come to me
That passeth understanding;
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A little mousey man he was
With board, and chalk in hand;
And millions were awestruck because
They couldn't understand.
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What are we fighting for,
We fellows who go to war?
fighting for Freedom's sake!
(You give me the belly-ache.)
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This is the end of all my ways,
My wanderings on earth,
My gloomy and my golden days,
My madness and my mirth.
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