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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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The Kiss

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (2652 reads)
When Will came home his wife was knitting;

The Kiss

When Will came  home his wife was knitting;
With back towards him she was sitting,
And did not see him as he went
With stealth, and over her he bent,
Planting, instead of husband peck,
A lover kiss behind her neck.

Then - then her ear he gave a clout,
And when with fear she turned about,
And shrieked; "Why are you cuffing me?"
Said Will: "Tis very pain to see:
I bussed ye, lass, then smacked because
Ye didn't turn to see who 'twas."


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