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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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Treat 'Em Rough

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2481 reads)
First time I dared propose...

First time I dared propose,
        A callow lad was I;
I donned my Sunday clothes,
        I wore my Old School Tie.
Awaiting me Louise
        Was dolled to beat the band,
So going on my knees
        I begged her hand.

Oh yes, she gave me her hand,--
        A box upon the ear;
I could not understand,
        I blinked away a tear.
Then scornfully she said:
        'Next time you kneel before
A maid, young man don't spread
        Your hankey on the floor.'

So next time I proposed,
        Thinks I, I'll treat 'em rough.
Her name was Lily Rose,
        I gave her he-man stuff.
I yanked her on my knee,
        And as her ear I bit,
To my amazement she
        Seemed to like it.

The old cave-men knew best;
        Grab girlies by the hair,
And though they may protest
        Drag them into your lair.
So young men seeking mates,
        Take my tip, if rejected:
A modern maid just hates
        To be respected.

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