Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

281. Lindy Lou 1/13/2003
282. Lip-Stick Liz 1/13/2003
283. Little Brother 1/13/2003
284. Little Moccasins 1/13/2003
285. Little Puddleton 1/13/2003
286. Lobster For Lunch 1/13/2003
287. Local Lad 1/13/2003
288. Longevity 1/13/2003
289. Lord Let Me Live 1/13/2003
290. Lost 1/13/2003
291. Lost Kitten 1/13/2003
292. Lost Shepherd 1/13/2003
293. Lottery Ticket 1/13/2003
294. Lowly Laureate 1/13/2003
295. Lucille 1/13/2003
296. Lucindy Jane 1/13/2003
297. Mactavish 1/13/2003
298. Mad Maria 1/13/2003
299. Madam La Maquise 1/13/2003
300. Maids In May 1/13/2003
301. Making Good 1/13/2003
302. Mammy 1/13/2003
303. Man Child 1/13/2003
304. Marie Antoinette 1/13/2003
305. Mary Ellen 1/13/2003
306. Maternity 1/13/2003
307. May Miracle 1/13/2003
308. Mazie's Ghost 1/13/2003
309. Mc'Clusky's Nell 1/13/2003
310. Men Of The High North 1/13/2003
311. Michael 1/13/2003
312. Mike 1/13/2003
313. Milking Time 1/13/2003
314. Miracles 1/13/2003
315. Miss Mischievous 1/13/2003
316. Missis Moriarty's Boy 1/13/2003
317. Mistinguette 1/13/2003
318. Montreal Maree 1/13/2003
319. Moon Song 1/13/2003
320. Moon-Lover 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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