Category Archives: Robert Service

Anti-Profanity

I do not swear because I am A sweet and sober guy; I cannot vent a single damn However hard I try. And in vituperative way, Though I recall it well, I never, never, never say A naughty word like … Continue reading

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Comfort

Say! You’ve struck a heap of trouble —     Bust in business, lost your wife; No one cares a cent about you,     You don’t care a cent for life; Hard luck has of hope bereft you,     Health is … Continue reading

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Grin

If you’re up against a bruiser and you’re getting knocked about — Grin. If you’re feeling pretty groggy, and you’re licked beyond a doubt — Grin. Don’t let him see you’re funking, let him know with every clout, Though your … Continue reading

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The Call of The Wild

Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there’s nothing else to gaze on,     Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore, Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon,     Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar? Have … Continue reading

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The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune; Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew, And watching his luck … Continue reading

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The Battle of the Bulge

This year an ocean trip I took, and as I am a Scot And like to get my money’s worth I never missed a meal. In spite of Neptune’s nastiness I ate an awful lot, Yet felt as fit as … Continue reading

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A Little Prayer

Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things – The song of birds, the rapture of the rose; Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs, Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows; Bronze wheat a-shimmer, purple shade of trees – … Continue reading

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The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill

I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die– Whether he die in the light o’ day or under the peak-faced moon; In cabin or dance-hall, camp … Continue reading

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"YOU"

To my Dear Wife   “YOU”   God made a heart of gold,   Shining and sweet and true, Gave it a home of fairest mould,   Blest it and called it, You.   God gave the roses its grace … Continue reading

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the Quitter

When you’re lost in the Wild, and you’re scared as a child,     And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you’re sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle     To cock your revolver and . . . … Continue reading

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