Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

81. My House 1/13/2003
82. Violet De Vere 1/13/2003
83. Poor Kid 1/13/2003
84. May Miracle 1/13/2003
85. Old Scout 1/13/2003
86. Over The Parapet 1/13/2003
87. The Learner 1/13/2003
88. My Typewriter 1/13/2003
89. Remorse 1/13/2003
90. Mazie's Ghost 1/13/2003
91. The Harpy 1/13/2003
92. Strip Teaser 1/13/2003
93. The Record 1/13/2003
94. The Hearth-Stone 1/13/2003
95. Two Children 1/13/2003
96. My Centenarian 1/13/2003
97. Rhyme For My Tomb 1/13/2003
98. My Vineyard 1/13/2003
99. Profane Poet 1/13/2003
100. Two Men (J. L. And R. B.) 1/13/2003
101. The Man From Cook's 1/13/2003
102. My Rival 1/13/2003
103. The Baldness Of Chewed-Ear 1/13/2003
104. The Leaning Tower 1/13/2003
105. Room Ghost 1/13/2003
106. Wheels 1/13/2003
107. Montreal Maree 1/13/2003
108. Kelly Of The Legion 1/13/2003
109. Toledo 1/13/2003
110. Mistinguette 1/13/2003
111. In Praise of Alcohol 6/7/2016
112. Maternity 1/13/2003
113. The Sacrifices 1/13/2003
114. New Year's Eve 1/13/2003
115. The Front Tooth 1/13/2003
116. Window Shopper 1/13/2003
117. Susie 1/13/2003
118. Raising The Flag 1/13/2003
119. My Favoured Fare 1/13/2003
120. My Foe 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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