Robert William Service Poems

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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In the gay, gleamy morn I adore to go walking,
And oh what sweet people I meet on my way!
I hail them with joy for I love to be talking,
Although I have nothing important to say.
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Here is this vale of sweet abiding,
My ultimate and dulcet home,
That gently dreams above the chiding
of restless and impatient foam;
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Oh darling Eric, why did you
For my fond affection sue,
And then with surgeons artful aid
Transform yourself into a maid?
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And so when he reached my bed
The General made a stand:
"My brave young fellow," he said,
"I would shake your hand."
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The Greatest Writer of to-day
(With Maupassant I almost set him)
Said to me in a weary way,
The last occasion that I met him:
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Three Triangles

TRIANGLE ONE
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My soldier boy has crossed the sea
To fight the foeman;
But he'll come back to make of me
And honest woman.
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