. . . So I walked among the willows very quietly all night...
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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, it's rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The Wildy OnesPublished by Susan on 2003/8/1 (2263 reads)
The sheep are in the silver wood...
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 by noon.
My mother sang that olden tune
Or I would glimpse the silver wood,
For cows and sheep are shelter-wise,
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