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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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Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3506 reads)
When I was young and free from guile


When I was young and free from guile
    I knew a writer of renown,
Who told me with a charming smile:
    "I never let a women down.

"When some sweet creature I desire,
    I pray  she will be kind to me;
And when of her I truly tire
    I buy her an annuity."

Then though I, with an inward frown:
    "All right for you, you've heaps of pelf;
You never let a woman down,
    But what, old chap, about yourself?

"The price to you is just a dole
    To pay for dainty flesh and bone;
You buy a precious human soul,
    Vet how dirt cheap you sell your own!

"Though each new year a conquest crown
    You in your sybaritic hell,
Yourself you let down, down and down. . . .
                                You dog, you smell!"

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