Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

321. Neighbours 1/13/2003
322. The Ballad Of Hard-Luck Henry 1/13/2003
323. Only A Boche 1/13/2003
324. Lost Kitten 1/13/2003
325. The Locket 1/13/2003
326. The Song Of The Wage-Slave 1/13/2003
327. Mammy 1/13/2003
328. The Home-Coming 1/13/2003
329. The Summing Up 1/13/2003
330. The Bulls 1/13/2003
331. Old Boy Scout 1/13/2003
332. Periods 1/13/2003
333. The Hat 1/13/2003
334. The Release 1/13/2003
335. My Hero 1/13/2003
336. The Pencil Seller 1/13/2003
337. The Land God Forgot 1/13/2003
338. No More Music 1/13/2003
339. The Faceless Man 1/13/2003
340. My Mate 1/13/2003
341. Mud 1/13/2003
342. Old David Smail 1/13/2003
343. Laziness 1/13/2003
344. The Coward 1/13/2003
345. Old Ed 1/13/2003
346. The Prisoner 1/13/2003
347. Maternity 1/13/2003
348. The Blind And The Dead 1/13/2003
349. My Son 1/13/2003
350. Negress In Notre Dame 1/13/2003
351. Miracles 1/13/2003
352. The Stretcher-Bearer 1/13/2003
353. Lost Shepherd 1/13/2003
354. The Smoking Frog 1/13/2003
355. The Rhyme Of The Remittance Man 1/13/2003
356. Munition Maker 1/13/2003
357. Lucille 1/13/2003
358. My Will 1/13/2003
359. The Absinthe Drinkers 1/13/2003
360. My Husbands 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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