Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

81. The Man From Cook's 1/13/2003
82. The Baldness Of Chewed-Ear 1/13/2003
83. The Leaning Tower 1/13/2003
84. Room Ghost 1/13/2003
85. Wheels 1/13/2003
86. Montreal Maree 1/13/2003
87. Kelly Of The Legion 1/13/2003
88. Toledo 1/13/2003
89. Mistinguette 1/13/2003
90. In Praise of Alcohol 6/7/2016
91. The Sacrifices 1/13/2003
92. New Year's Eve 1/13/2003
93. The Front Tooth 1/13/2003
94. Window Shopper 1/13/2003
95. The Bliss Of Ignorance 1/13/2003
96. Susie 1/13/2003
97. Raising The Flag 1/13/2003
98. My Foe 1/13/2003
99. The Petit Vieux 1/13/2003
100. My Favoured Fare 1/13/2003
101. The Super 1/13/2003
102. Weary 1/13/2003
103. The Booby-Trap 1/13/2003
104. Picture Dealer 1/13/2003
105. Washerwife 1/13/2003
106. The Score 1/13/2003
107. My Holiday 1/13/2003
108. Poet And Peer 1/13/2003
109. Village Virtue 1/13/2003
110. My Ancestors 1/13/2003
111. My Neighbors 1/13/2003
112. Portent 1/13/2003
113. The Answer 1/13/2003
114. Ragetty Doll 1/13/2003
115. Visibility 1/13/2003
116. My Childhood God 1/13/2003
117. The Parting 1/13/2003
118. My Trinity 1/13/2003
119. Old Crony 1/13/2003
120. The Actor 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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