Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

721. Bonehead Bill 1/13/2003
722. The Woman And The Angel 1/13/2003
723. Anti-Profanity 1/13/2003
724. The Call Of The Wild 1/13/2003
725. Conqueror 1/13/2003
726. Death And Life 1/13/2003
727. Bird Watcher 1/13/2003
728. Humility 1/13/2003
729. Allouette 1/13/2003
730. Indifference 1/13/2003
731. Clancy Of The Mounted Police 1/13/2003
732. Bank Robber 1/13/2003
733. Fallen Leaves 1/13/2003
734. A Year Ago 1/13/2003
735. Ant Hill 1/13/2003
736. Dolls 1/13/2003
737. Wrestling Match 1/13/2003
738. A Verseman's Apology 1/13/2003
739. Barcelona 1/13/2003
740. Bill's Prayer 1/13/2003
741. Fear 1/13/2003
742. Freedom's Fool 1/13/2003
743. Hot Digitty Dog 1/13/2003
744. The Wedding Ring 1/13/2003
745. Compensation Pete 1/13/2003
746. Artist 1/13/2003
747. Highland Hospitality 1/13/2003
748. Birds Of A Feather 1/13/2003
749. The Call 1/13/2003
750. Alias Bill 1/13/2003
751. Accordion 1/13/2003
752. Epitaph 1/13/2003
753. Hate 1/13/2003
754. Grin 1/13/2003
755. The Quitter 1/13/2003
756. Bookshelf 1/13/2003
757. I Will Not Fight 1/13/2003
758. Words 1/13/2003
759. Brother Jim 1/13/2003
760. Contentment 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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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.

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