Robert William Service
Robert William Service Poems
|801.||A Song Of Sixty-Five||1/13/2003|
|804.||A Verseman's Apology||1/13/2003|
|806.||Young Fellow My Lad||1/13/2003|
|807.||A Canvas For A Crust||1/13/2003|
|808.||A Pot Of Tea||1/13/2003|
|812.||A Domestic Tragedy||1/13/2003|
|813.||Death Of A Cockroach||1/13/2003|
|814.||A Mediocre Man||1/13/2003|
|815.||A Song Of Success||1/13/2003|
|818.||A Lyric Day||1/13/2003|
|819.||A Rusty Nail||1/13/2003|
|820.||(the Sunshine Seeks My Little Room)||1/13/2003|
|821.||The Men That Don'T Fit In||1/13/2003|
|823.||A Cabbage Patch||1/13/2003|
|824.||A Song Of Suicide||1/13/2003|
|825.||A Rolling Stone||1/13/2003|
|826.||A Busy Man||1/13/2003|
|828.||A Little Prayer||1/13/2003|
|829.||The Shooting Of Dan Mcgrew||1/13/2003|
|833.||Home And Love||1/13/2003|
|835.||A Grain Of Sand||1/13/2003|
|836.||The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee||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.