Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

361. Marie Antoinette 1/13/2003
362. The Bread-Knife Ballad 1/13/2003
363. Second Childhood 11/28/2014
364. The Land Of Beyond 1/13/2003
365. The Song Of The Soldier-Born 1/13/2003
366. The Ballad Of The Brand 1/13/2003
367. The Pretty Lady 1/13/2003
368. The Duel 1/13/2003
369. The Sniper 1/13/2003
370. The Philistine And The Bohemian 1/13/2003
371. Resolutions 1/13/2003
372. The Man From Athabaska 1/13/2003
373. Moon Song 1/13/2003
374. The Quest 1/13/2003
375. The Other One 1/13/2003
376. The Lunger 1/13/2003
377. The Ape And I 1/13/2003
378. The Anniversary 1/13/2003
379. To The Man Of The High North 1/13/2003
380. The Ballad Of Soulful Sam 1/13/2003
381. Pragmatic 1/13/2003
382. Madam La Maquise 1/13/2003
383. Old Engine Driver 1/13/2003
384. The Man From Eldorado 1/13/2003
385. Oh, It Is Good 1/13/2003
386. Post Office Romance 1/13/2003
387. My Future 1/13/2003
388. The Squaw Man 1/13/2003
389. The Monster 1/13/2003
390. The Man Who Knew 1/13/2003
391. The Junior God 1/13/2003
392. The Ballad Of The Leather Medal 1/13/2003
393. Tri-Colour 1/13/2003
394. My Husky Team 1/13/2003
395. Two Husbands 1/13/2003
396. The Stretcher-Bearer 1/13/2003
397. On The Wire 1/13/2003
398. The Dream 1/13/2003
399. Lord Let Me Live 1/13/2003
400. No Sunday Chicken 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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