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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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Odds and Ends, Other Items Of Interest About Robert


Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3336 reads)
Had he been Scotch, like you or me,


Had he been Scotch, like you or me,
he might have saved a braw bawbee
                                For rainy day;
But being Irish he would lend
His bottom dollar  to a friend
                                Who'd never pay.
He had his whack of dizzy fame,
And though the dough in lashins came,
                                It went like smoke.
He'd blow it in on sport and spree,
And so perennially he
                                Was stony broke.

Then in due course his vogue was past;
He saw his star eclipsed at last,
                                His books unsold.
The editors sent back his stuff,
His publishers were peeved and gruff,
                                His friends grew cold.
If those he helped had paid him back,
He might have rustled quite a stack,
                                But few came through;
And so to poverty he sank,
While to console himself he drank -
                                Fool thing to do.

And then I heard some fellow say
That he was paralyzed and lay
                                In  Belvedere.
And so with heavy heart I took
Along with me his favorite book,
                                And saw him there.
He hailed me from a pauper's bed;
"You've brought my master-piece," he said,
                                With twisted laugh.
"You cast a pearl before a swine.
Behold! I cannot even sign
                                My autograph."

Alas! he's gone  into the Night,
Like many a man who burned too bright
                                The festive flame.
And so my story being true,
I leave it, Reader, up to you
                                To guess his name.

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