Mcgrew Poems - Poems about Mcgrew

Who are you Dan McGrew? You sound quite mean If rumours' true You lodged yourself Inside his head Some seventy years Still, now you're dead A tale of love Of bars and booze The wheel of fate Alas, you lose The west was wild Back in the day As danger framed Each male afray But what of Lou? The lady fair Of unkissed lips And tousled hair A broken heart May never mend A scar unhealed Until the...

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apologies to Robert W. Service There’s a tale that is told In the night Yukon cold Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew The truth as it’s known Is a legend that’s grown And the truth is known by very few It’s twenty years on The Malamutes gone There’s nobody left from that night But there’s talk of some gold That sometimes is told Of what happened...

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There's a tale that is told In the night Yukon cold Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew The truth as it's known Is a legend that's grown And the truth is known by very few It's twenty years on The Malamutes gone There's nobody left from that night But there's talk of some gold That sometimes is told Of what happened just after the fight There...

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(cont.) There grew some unrest, deep in her breast; a boding of dread in old Lou; Like it happened before; again and again in some deadly déjà vu. That miner from the creek started to speak, but stopped at sight of that stool; The player was drinking so he got to thinking – sat down and played like a...

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Some of the local thugs were tipping their mugs in the Malamute Saloon; The music box sat still, as the keep slammed the till and wolves howled at the moon. Then there appeared, right back of the bar, an apparition that no one knew; Down in the dumps, that once Queen of the Trumps, sat the lady known...

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And have you heard the story Of Captain Sean McGrew, Who sailed the mighty oceans, In a square rigged wooden shoe? ...

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