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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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Belated Conscience

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2803 reads)
To buy for school a copy-book...

To buy for school a copy-book
       I asked my Dad for two-pence;
He gave it with a gentle look,
       Although he had but few pence.
'Twas then I proved myself a crook
       And came a moral cropper,
I bought a penny copy-book
       And blued the other copper.

I spent it on a sausage roll
       Gulped down with guilt suggestion,
To the damnation of my soul
       And awful indigestion.
Poor Dad! His job was hard to hold;
       His mouths to feed were many;
Were he alive a millionfold
       I'd pay him for his penny.

Now nigh the grave I think with grief,
       Though other sins are many,
I am a liar and a thief
       'Cause once I stole a penny:
Yet be he pious as a friar
       It is my firm believing,
That every man has been a liar
       And most of us done thieving.


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