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| 2951. | The Parting by Robert William Service | | Sky's a-waxin' grey,
Got to be a-goin';
Gittin' on my way,
Where? I ain't a-knowin'.
Fellers, no more jokes,
Fun an' frisky greetin'--
So long, ... |
| 2952. | The Booby-Trap by Robert William Service | | I'm crawlin' out in the mangolds to bury wot's left o' Joe --
Joe, my pal, and a good un (God! 'ow it rains and rains).
I'm sick o' seein' him lyin'... |
| 2953. | Strip Teaser by Robert William Service | | My precious grand-child, aged two,
Is eager to unlace one shoe,
And then the other;
Her cotton socks she'll deftly doff
Despite the mild... |
| 2954. | Lost Shepherd by Robert William Service | | Ah me! How hard is destiny!
If we could only know. . . .
I bought my son from Sicily
A score of years ago;
I haled him from our sunny vale
To str... |
| 2955. | Poor Cock Robin by Robert William Service | | My garden robin in the Spring
Was rapturous with glee,
And followed me with wistful wing
From pear to apple tree;
His melodies the summer long
He... |
| 2956. | The Pigeons Of St. Marks by Robert William Service | | Something's wrong in Pigeon-land;
'Tisn't as it used to be,
When the pilgrim, corn in hand,
Courted us with laughing glee;
When we crooned with pi... |
| 2957. | The Tramps by Robert William Service | | Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God's land together,
And we sang the old, old Earth-song, for our youth was very sweet;
When we dr... |
| 2958. | Clancy Of The Mounted Police by Robert William Service | | In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear
That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye to fear;
Shall be a guardian of th... |
| 2959. | The Ballad Of Pious Pete by Robert William Service | | "The North has got him." --Yukonism.
I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did.
I grieved for his fate, and early and late I... |
| 2960. | The Song Of The Camp-Fire by Robert William Service | | Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire;
Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots of the pine,
Heap them on me, let me hug... |
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