Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

441. Little Brother 1/13/2003
442. Florrie 1/13/2003
443. The Ballad Of Casey's Billy-Goat 1/13/2003
444. Sunshine 1/13/2003
445. Unforgotten 1/13/2003
446. The Soldier Of Fortune 1/13/2003
447. Men Of The High North 1/13/2003
448. The Twa Jocks 1/13/2003
449. To A Stuffed Shirt 1/13/2003
450. The Twins Of Lucky Strike 1/13/2003
451. Convicts Love Canaries 1/13/2003
452. The Lottery 1/13/2003
453. The Contented Man 1/13/2003
454. The Song Of The Camp-Fire 1/13/2003
455. The Ballad Of How Macpherson Held The Floor 1/13/2003
456. The Comforter 1/13/2003
457. My Inner Life 1/13/2003
458. Ernie Pyle 1/13/2003
459. The Ballad Of Salvation Bill 1/13/2003
460. My Indian Summer 1/13/2003
461. The Goat And I 1/13/2003
462. Sea Change 1/13/2003
463. Spanish Peasant 1/13/2003
464. The Three Tommies 1/13/2003
465. Death In The Arctic 1/13/2003
466. The Tramps 1/13/2003
467. The Outlaw 1/13/2003
468. The Mountain And The Lake 1/13/2003
469. The Ballad Of The Northern Lights 1/13/2003
470. The Undying 1/13/2003
471. My Dog's My Boss 1/13/2003
472. The Tunnel 1/13/2003
473. Winnie 1/13/2003
474. The Trapper's Christmas Eve 1/13/2003
475. The Under-Dogs 1/13/2003
476. The Ballad Of The Ice-Worm Cocktail 1/13/2003
477. The Visionary 1/13/2003
478. The Joy Of Being Poor 1/13/2003
479. My Dog 1/13/2003
480. Obesity 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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