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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

To Sunnydale

To Sunnydale

There lies the trail to Sunnydale,
Amid the lure of laughter.
Oh, how can we unhappy be
Beneath its leafy rafter!
Ea…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Toilet Seats

Toilet Seats

While I am emulating Keats
My brother fabrics toilet seats,
The which, they say, are works of art,
Aesthetic features of the…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

To A Tycoon

To A Tycoon

Since much has been your mirth
And fair your fate,
Friend, leave your lot of earth
Less desolate.
With frailing overd…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Titine

Titine


Although I have a car of class,
A limousine,
I also have a jenny ass
I call Titine.
And if I had in sober sense

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Three Wives

Three Wives

Said Jones: "I'm glad my wife's not clever;
Her intellect is second-rate.
If she was witty she would never
Give me a chance t…

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Robert W. Service

Tim

Tim


My brother Tim has children ten,
While I have none.

Maybe that's why he's toiling when
To ease I've won.

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Wood-Cutter

The Wood-Cutter

The sky is like an envelope,
One of those blue official things;
And, sealing it, to mock our hope,
The moon, a silver waf…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Younger Son

The Younger Son

If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land,
Where all except the flag is strange and new,
There's a bronzed and…

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Robert W. Service

The Woman And The Angel

The Woman And The Angel

An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street;
His halo was tilted sideways, and his harp lay mute at his feet…

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Robert W. Service

The Womb

The Womb

Up from the evil day
Of wattle and of woad,
Along man's weary way
Dark Pain has been the goad.
Back from the age of ston…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Widower

The Widower

Oh I have worn my mourning out,
And on her grave the green grass grows;
So I will hang each sorry clout
High in the corn to s…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Wildy Ones

The Wildy Ones

The sheep are in the silver wood,
The cows are in the broom;

The goats are in the wild mountain
And won't be home …

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Robert W. Service

The Wedding Ring

The Wedding Ring

I pawned my sick wife's wedding ring,
To drink and make myself a beast.
I got the most that it would bring,
Of golden co…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Whistle Of Sandy McGraw

The Whistle Of Sandy McGraw

You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine,
Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a',
But here in the tr…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Walkers

The Walkers

(He speaks.)

Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking!
Swinging down the tawny lanes with head held high;
Striding up…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Visionary

The Visionary

If fortune had not granted me
To suck the Muse's teats,
I think I would have liked to be
A sweeper of the streets;

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Robert W. Service

The Twins

The Twins

There were two brothers, John and James,
And when the town went up in flames,
To save the house of James dashed John,
Then turn…

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Robert W. Service

The Under-Dogs

The Under-Dogs

What have we done, Oh Lord, that we

Are evil starred?
How have we erred and sinned to be

So scourged and s…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Tunnel

The Tunnel

Toil's a tunnel, there's no way out
For fellows, the like o' me;
A beggar wi' only a crust an' a clout
At the worst o' the wor…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Trapper's Christmas Eve

The Trapper's Christmas Eve

It's mighty lonesome-like and drear.
Above the Wild the moon rides high,
And shows up sharp and needle-clear

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Robert W. Service

The Three Voices

The Three Voices

The waves have a story to tell me,
As I lie on the lonely beach;
Chanting aloft in the pine-tops,
The wind has a lesson …

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Trail Of No Return

The Trail Of No Return

So now I take a bitter road
Whereon no bourne I see,
And wearily I lift the load
That once I bore with glee.

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Telegraph Operator

The Telegraph Operator

I will not wash my face;
I will not brush my hair;
I "pig" around the place-There's
nobody to care.
Nothin…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

The Three Bares

The Three Bares

Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean
And so she thought she'd soak 'em in a bucket o' benzine.
It worked…

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