FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
36
Robert W. Service
The Pines
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines
Songs of a Sourdough
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39
Robert W. Service
The Harpy
There was a woman, and she was wise
Songs of a Sourdough
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43
Robert W. Service
The Lure of Little Voices
There's a cry from out the Loneliness--Oh, listen, Honey, listen!
Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
46
Robert W. Service
The Song of the Wage-Slave
When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay
Songs of a Sourdough
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49
Robert W. Service
Grin
If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about--Grin
Songs of a Sourdough
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51
Robert W. Service
The Shooting of Dan McGrew
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon
Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
56
Robert W. Service
The Cremation of Sam McGee
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
Songs of a Sourdough
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62
Robert W. Service
My Madonna
I haled me a woman from the street
Songs of a Sourdough
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63
Robert W. Service
Unforgotten
I know a garden where the lilies gleam
Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
64
Robert W. Service
The Reckoning
It's fine to have a blow-outin a fancy restaurant
Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
66
Robert W. Service
Quatrains
One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar
Songs of a Sourdough
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Robert W. Service
The Men That Don't Fit In
There's a race of men that don't fit in
Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
70
Robert W. Service
Music in the Bush
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon
Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
73
Robert W. Service
The Rhyme of the Remittance man
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin
Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
76
Robert W. Service
The Low-Down White
This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down
Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
78
Robert W. Service
The Little Old Log Cabin
When a man gits on his suppers in a hard-pan sort of town
Songs of a Sourdough
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81
Robert W. Service
The Younger Son
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land
Songs of a Sourdough
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85
Robert W. Service
The March of the Dead
The cruel war was over--oh, the triumph was so sweet!
Songs of a Sourdough
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89
Robert W. Service
Fighting Mac
A pistol-shot rings round and round the world
Songs of a Sourdough
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93
Robert W. Service
The Woman and the Angel
An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street
Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
96
Robert W. Service
The Rhyme of the Restless Ones
We couldn't sit and study for the law
Songs of a Sourdough
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99
Robert W. Service
New Year's Eve
It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear
Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
103
Robert W. Service
Comfort
Say! You've struck a heap of trouble
Songs of a Sourdough
FC 11 S-03
105
Robert W. Service
Premonition
'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright
Songs of a Sourdough
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Robert W. Service
The Tramps
Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God's land together