Robert William Service
Robert William Service Poems
|361.||The Ballad Of The Brand||1/13/2003|
|362.||The Pretty Lady||1/13/2003|
|365.||The Man From Athabaska||1/13/2003|
|366.||The Philistine And The Bohemian||1/13/2003|
|369.||The Other One||1/13/2003|
|370.||The Ape And I||1/13/2003|
|374.||The Lone Trail||1/13/2003|
|375.||Madam La Maquise||1/13/2003|
|376.||The Ballad Of Soulful Sam||1/13/2003|
|378.||To The Man Of The High North||1/13/2003|
|381.||Take It Easy||1/13/2003|
|382.||Old Engine Driver||1/13/2003|
|383.||The Man From Eldorado||1/13/2003|
|384.||Oh, It Is Good||1/13/2003|
|385.||Post Office Romance||1/13/2003|
|386.||The Flower Shop||1/13/2003|
|387.||The Junior God||1/13/2003|
|388.||The Ballad Of The Leather Medal||1/13/2003|
|389.||The Man Who Knew||1/13/2003|
|390.||The Parson's Son||1/13/2003|
|391.||The Lure Of Little Voices||1/13/2003|
|394.||My Husky Team||1/13/2003|
|396.||The Ballad Of One-Eyed Mike||1/13/2003|
|397.||On The Wire||1/13/2003|
|399.||Lord Let Me Live||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 ...
Lobster For Lunch
His face was like a lobster red,
His legs were white as mayonnaise:
"I've had a jolly lunch," he said,
That Englishman of pleasant ways.
"Thy do us well at our hotel:
In England food is dull these days."
"We had a big langouste for lunch.
I almost ate the whole of it.