Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

81. Mazie's Ghost 1/13/2003
82. The Harpy 1/13/2003
83. Strip Teaser 1/13/2003
84. The Record 1/13/2003
85. The Hearth-Stone 1/13/2003
86. Two Children 1/13/2003
87. My Centenarian 1/13/2003
88. Rhyme For My Tomb 1/13/2003
89. My Vineyard 1/13/2003
90. Two Men (J. L. And R. B.) 1/13/2003
91. My Rival 1/13/2003
92. The Baldness Of Chewed-Ear 1/13/2003
93. The Leaning Tower 1/13/2003
94. Room Ghost 1/13/2003
95. Wheels 1/13/2003
96. Montreal Maree 1/13/2003
97. Kelly Of The Legion 1/13/2003
98. Toledo 1/13/2003
99. Mistinguette 1/13/2003
100. In Praise of Alcohol 6/7/2016
101. New Year's Eve 1/13/2003
102. The Sacrifices 1/13/2003
103. The Front Tooth 1/13/2003
104. Window Shopper 1/13/2003
105. The Bliss Of Ignorance 1/13/2003
106. Susie 1/13/2003
107. Raising The Flag 1/13/2003
108. The Petit Vieux 1/13/2003
109. My Favoured Fare 1/13/2003
110. My Foe 1/13/2003
111. The Super 1/13/2003
112. Weary 1/13/2003
113. The Score 1/13/2003
114. Village Virtue 1/13/2003
115. Washerwife 1/13/2003
116. My Holiday 1/13/2003
117. Poet And Peer 1/13/2003
118. The Booby-Trap 1/13/2003
119. Picture Dealer 1/13/2003
120. My Ancestors 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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Wistful

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.

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