Robert William Service
Robert William Service Poems
|361.||The Ballad Of The Brand||1/13/2003|
|362.||The Pretty Lady||1/13/2003|
|364.||The Philistine And The Bohemian||1/13/2003|
|365.||The Man From Athabaska||1/13/2003|
|371.||The Other One||1/13/2003|
|373.||The Ape And I||1/13/2003|
|376.||Oh, It Is Good||1/13/2003|
|377.||Post Office Romance||1/13/2003|
|378.||To The Man Of The High North||1/13/2003|
|381.||Madam La Maquise||1/13/2003|
|382.||The Ape And God||1/13/2003|
|383.||Old Engine Driver||1/13/2003|
|385.||Take It Easy||1/13/2003|
|386.||The Man From Eldorado||1/13/2003|
|387.||The Flower Shop||1/13/2003|
|388.||The Junior God||1/13/2003|
|389.||The Ballad Of The Leather Medal||1/13/2003|
|390.||The Man Who Knew||1/13/2003|
|391.||The Parson's Son||1/13/2003|
|394.||The Ballad Of One-Eyed Mike||1/13/2003|
|396.||My Husky Team||1/13/2003|
|397.||On The Wire||1/13/2003|
|400.||No Sunday Chicken||1/13/2003|
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 ...
Oh how I'd be gay and glad
If a little house I had,
Snuggled in a shady lot,
With behind a garden plot;
Simple grub, old duds to wear,
A book, a pipe, a rocking-chair . . .
You would never hear me grouse
If I had a little house.