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Written by Robert William Service | Create an image from this poem

At The Golden Pig

 Where once with lads I scoffed my beer
 The landlord's lass I've wed.
Now I am lord and master here;-- Thank God! the old man's dead.
I stand behind a blooming bar With belly like a tub, And pals say, seeing my cigar: 'Bill's wed a pub.
' I wonder now if I did well, My freedom for to lose; Knowing my wife is fly as hell I mind my 'Ps' and 'Qs'.
Oh what a fuss she made because I tweaked the barmaid's bub: Alas! a sorry day it was I wed a pub.
Fat landlord of the Golden Pig, They call me 'mister' now; And many a mug of beer I swig, Yet don't get gay, somehow.
So farmer fellows, lean and clean Who sweat to earn your grub, Although you haven't got a bean: Don't wed a pub.


Written by Robert William Service | Create an image from this poem

Her Letter

 "I'm taking pen in hand this night, and hard it is for me;
My poor old fingers tremble so, my hand is stiff and slow,
And even with my glasses on I'm troubled sore to see.
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You'd little know your mother, boy; you'd little, little know.
You mind how brisk and bright I was, how straight and trim and smart; 'Tis weariful I am the now, and bent and frail and grey.
I'm waiting at the road's end, lad; and all that's in my heart, Is just to see my boy again before I'm called away.
" "Oh well I mind the sorry day you crossed the gurly sea; 'Twas like the heart was torn from me, a waeful wife was I.
You said that you'd be home again in two years, maybe three; But nigh a score of years have gone, and still the years go by.
I know it's cruel hard for you, you've bairnies of your own; I know the siller's hard to win, and folks have used you ill: But oh, think of your mother, lad, that's waiting by her lone! And even if you canna come -- just write and say you will.
" "Aye, even though there's little hope, just promise that you'll try.
It's weary, weary waiting, lad; just say you'll come next year.
I'm thinking there will be no `next'; I'm thinking soon I'll lie With all the ones I've laid away .
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but oh, the hope will cheer! You know you're all that's left to me, and we are seas apart; But if you'll only say you'll come, then will I hope and pray.
I'm waiting by the grave-side, lad; and all that's in my heart Is just to see my boy again before I'm called away.
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