Robert Service Poems

  • 751.  
    Let us have birthdays every day,
    (I had the thought while I was shaving)Because a birthday should be gay,
  • 752.  
    (16th January 1949)

  • 753.  
    Of bosom friends I've had but seven,
    Despite my years are ripe;I hope they're now enjoying Heaven,
  • 754.  
    In Wall Street once a potent power,
    And now a multi-millionaireAlone within a shady bower
  • 755.  
    Between the cliff-rise and the beach
    A slip of emerald I own;With fig and olive, almond, peach,
  • 756.  
    The daughter of the village Maire
    Is very fresh and very fair, A dazzling eyeful;
  • 757.  
    When I was brash and gallant-gay
    Just fifty years ago,I hit the ties and beat my way
  • 758.  
    I never thought that Bill could say
    A proper prayer;'Twas more in his hard-bitten way
  • 759.  
    I'm gatherin' flowers by the wayside to lay on the grave of Bill;
    I've sneaked away from the billet, ‘cause Jim wouldn't understand;‘E'd call me a silly fat'ead, and larf till it made ‘im ill,
  • 760.  
    The poppies gleamed like bloody pools through cotton-woolly mist;
    The Captain kept a-lookin' at the watch upon his wrist;And there we smoked and squatted, as we watched the shrapnel flame;
  • 761.  
    Says I to my Missis: “Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind.”
    Says she: “You are right, Sam, I've something. It ‘appens it's on me be'ind.A Boil as ‘ud make Job jealous. It ‘urts me no end when I sit.”
  • 762.  
    Franklin fathered bastards fourteen,
    (So I read in the New Yorker);If it's true, in terms of courtin'
  • 763.  
    To buy for school a copy-book
    I asked my Dad for two-pence;He gave it with a gentle look,
  • 764.  
    The songs I made from joy of earth
    In wanton wandering,Are rapturous with Maytime mirth
  • 765.  
    He stared at me with sad, hurt eyes,
    That drab, untidy man;And though my clients I despise
  • 766.  
    But yesterday I banked on fistic fame,
    Figgerin' I'd be a champion of the Ring.Today I've half a mind to quit the Game,
  • 767.  
    When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
    I'll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea;And in a little lonely isle that's far and far from men,
  • 768.  
    The very skies wee black with shame,
    As near my moment drew;The very hour before you cam
  • 769.  
    The night before I left Milan
    A mob jammed the Cathedral Square,And high the tide of passion ran
  • 770.  
    At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim,
    When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: “We've got to do it, Jim.We've got to make Fort Liard quick. I know the river's bad,
  • 771.  
    I much admire, I must admit,
    The man who robs a Bank;It takes a lot of guts and grit,
  • 772.  
    I bought my little grandchild Ann
    A bright balloon,And I was such a happy man
  • 773.  
    From torrid heat to frigid cold
    I've rovered land and sea;And now, with halting heart I hold
  • 774.  
    My Lady is dancing so lightly,
    The belle of the Embassy Ball;I lied as I kissed her politely,
  • 775.  
    When I blink sunshine in my eyes
    And hail the amber morn,Before the rosy dew-drop dries
  • 776.  
    When Aunt Jane died we hunted round,
    And money everywhere we found.How much I do not care to say,
  • 777.  
    The woes of men beyond my ken
    Mean nothing more to me.Behold my world, and Eden hurled
  • 778.  
    When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring,
    To take the pay of the “Hudson's Bay”, as their fathers did before,They are all a-glee for the jamboree, and they make the Landing ring
  • 779.  
    Three score and ten, the psalmist saith,
    And half my course is well-nigh run;I've had my flout at dusty death,
  • 780.  
    I cannot flap a flag
    Or beat a drum;Behind the mob I lag
  • 781.  
    Where once with lads I scoffed my beer
    The landlord's lass I've wed.Now I am lord and master here;-
  • 782.  
    The Countess sprawled beside the sea
    As naked a she well could be;Indeed her only garments were
  • 783.  
    As nothingness draws near
    How I can seeInexorably clear
  • 784.  
    When I was daft (as urchins are),
    And full if fairy lore,I aimed an arrow at a star
  • 785.  
    He gave a picture exhibition,
    Hiring a little empty shop.Above its window: FREE ADMISSION
  • 786.  
    Don't jeer because we celebrate
    Armistice Day,Though thirty years of sorry fate
  • 787.  
    A-sitttin' on a cracker box an' spittin' in the stove,
    I took a sudden notion that I'd kindo' like to rove;An' so I bought a ticket, jest as easy as could be,
  • 788.  
    I do not swear because I am
    A sweet and sober guy;I cannot vent a single damn
  • 789.  
    Black ants have made a musty mound
    My purple pine tree under,And I am often to be found,
  • 790.  
    Oh I am neither rich nor poor,
    No worker I dispoil;Yet I am glad to be secure
  • 791.  
    An olive fire's a lovely thing;
    Somehow it makes me think of SpringAs in my grate it over-spills
  • 792.  
    (Retold in Rhyme)

  • 793.  
    Should you preserve white mice in honey
    Don't use imported ones from China,For though they cost you less in money
  • 794.  
    They brought the mighty chief to town;
    They showed him strange, unwonted sights;Yet as he wandered up and down,
  • 795.  
    You see that sheaf of slender books
    Upon the topmost shelf,At which no browser ever looks,
  • 796.  
    He took the grade in second-quite a climb,
    Dizzy and dangerous, yet how sublime!The road went up and up; it curved around
  • 797.  
    Singing larks I saw for sale-
    (Ah! the pain of it)Plucked and ready to impale
  • 798.  
    We bore him to his boneyard lot
    One afternoon at three;The clergyman was on the spot
  • 799.  
    I am a stout materialist;
    With abstract terms I can't agree,And so I've made a little list
  • 800.  
    The chapel looms against the sky,
    Above the vine-clad shelves,And as the peasants pass it by
Total 831 poems written by Robert Service

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