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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 Susan on 08/08/2003 (3190 reads)
Being a shorty, as you see...

Being a shorty, as you see,
       A bare five footer,
The why my wife is true to me
       Is my six-shooter.
For every time a guy goes by
       Who looks like a lover,
I polish it to catch his eye,
       And spin it over.

He notes its notches as I say:
       'Believe me, Brother,
If Junie ever goes astray,
       They'll be another.'
A husband has to have a gun
       And guts to pull it:
Few fellows think a bit of fun
       Is worth a bullet.

For June would sit on any knee
       If it wore pants,
Yet she is faithful unto me,
       As gossip grants.
And though I know some six-foot guy
       Would better suit her,
Her virtue triumphs, thanks to my
       Six shooter.

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