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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, its 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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My Chauffeur

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (4221 reads)
My chauffeur is a handy chap

My Chauffeur

My chauffeur is a handy chap
And I admire him quite a lot;
In grim mechanical mishap
He's always Johnny-on-the-spot;
While I'm as stupid as a gopher -
Oh! How I wish I were my chauffeur!

My chauffeur has a hand of steel;
In practice he is rudely right;
You've no idea how I feel
A perfect duffer in his sight;
And though to copy him I try,
He's miles a better man than I.

My chauffeur smooths my daily path,
Contrives my ease to earn his pay;
But should the rabble rise in wrath
'Tis I would perish by the way.
I with my unearned increment,
Securities at six per cent.

The bloke who sweats in smeary toil
Makes wage that he may sweat some more;
Who wrests a living from the soil
Keeps barely wolf beyond the door.
And that is why, a useless loafer,
I take my hat off to my chauffeur.

For what we give in unearned gold
For duty done by wage or fee
Comes back to us a hundred-fold
In service rendered faithfully:
To those  who grime for us we should
Give gold, ah yes, and - Gratitude.

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