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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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Tim

Published by Susan on 2003/8/8 (1301 reads)
My brother Tim has children ten...

My brother Tim has children ten,
        While I have none.
Maybe that's why he's toiling when
        To ease I've won.
But though I would some of his brood
        Give hearth and care,
I know that not a one he would
        Have heart to spare.

'Tis children that have kept him poor;
        He's clad them neat.
They've never wanted, I am sure,
        For bite to eat.
And though their future may be dim,
        They laugh a lot.
Am I tearful for Brother Tim?
        Oh no, I'm not.

I know he goes to work each day
        With flagging feet.
'Tis hard, even with decent pay,
        To make ends meet.
But when my sterile home I see,
        So smugly prim,
Although my banker bows to me,
        I envy Tim.

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