Robert William Service Poems

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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"Tell Annie I'll be home in time
To help her with her Christmas-tree."
That's what he wrote, and hark! the chime
Of Christmas bells, and where is he?
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I drink my fill of foamy ale
I sing a song, I tell a tale,
I play the fiddle;
My throat is chronically dry,
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I sought the trails of South and North,
I wandered East and West;
But pride and passion drove me forth
And would not let me rest.
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My daughter Jane makes dresses
For beautiful Princesses;
But though she's plain is Jane,
Of needlework she's vain,
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As you gaze beyond the bay
With such wanness in your eyes,
You who have out-stayed your day,
Seeing other stars arise,
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Past ash cans and alley cats,
Fetid. overflowing gutters,
Leprous lines of rancid flats
Where the frowsy linen flutters;
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The sheep are in the silver wood,
The cows are in the broom;
The goats are in the wild mountain
And won't be home by noon.
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I have no brief for gambling, nay
The notion I express
That money earned 's the only way
To pay for happiness.
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They thought I'd be a champion;
They boasted loud of me.
A dozen victories I'd won,
The Press was proud of me.
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