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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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The Women
Published by Webmaster on 2003/7/21 (4789 reads)
Exploring Robert's poems for those illustrious women whose names evoke a sense of wonder, charm, and excitement I have come up with the following list. Here they are in all their guilt and glory with a line a two to spur your interest. They are arranged in no particular order. If I've omitted any, let me know. | | Lady Lou The Shooting of Dan McGrew
The woman that kissed him and -pinched his poke- was the lady that's known as Lou. | | | Julie Claire Julie Claire
Oh, Julie Claire was very fair, Yet generous as well,
And many a lad of metal had A saucy tale to tell. | | | Claw-fingered Kitty The Ballad of the Black Fox Skin
She slipped away as still he lay, she clutched the wonderous fur;
Her pulses beat, her foot was fleet, her fear was as a spur;
She laughed with glee, she did not see him rise and follow her. | | | Madam La Marquise Madam La Marquise
Yes, you may wed with Mirabelle, or Raymonde if you'd rather...
For I as well the truth may tell...Papa is not your father." | | | Peg The Ballad of Hard-Luck Henry
"Yes, lonely Klondike miner, it is true my name is Peg,
It's also true I longed for you and wrote it on an egg." | | | Lipstick Lou The Twins of Lucky Strike
She put me wise that Lipstick Lou was in a family way;
"An' who ze baby's fazzaire ees, only ze bon Dieu know." | | | June Village Virtue
Wanton and a giddy-gadder,
Never knew who might have had her. | | | Glamorous Greta Greta
But glamorous Greta laughed loud in her glee:
"Poor Pop, you don't need to explain.
My lovely new brother I'm longing to see,-
Just think! Engineer on a train! | | | Lip-stick Liz Lip-stick Liz
Oh Lip-stick Liz was in the biz'
That's the oldest know in history;
She had a lot of fancy rags,
Of her form she made no mystery. | | | Muckluck Mag The Man from Eldorado
The sleek and painted women, their predacious eyes aglow-
Sure Klondike City never saw the like;
Then Muckluck Mag proposed the toast, "The giver of the show,
The livest sport that ever hit the pike." | | | Gypsy Jill Gypsy Jill
I'll put a bullet through his head, another through my heart. | | | Violet De Vere Violet De Vere, McClusky's Nell
You've heard of Violet de Vere, strip-teaser of renown,
Whose sitting-base out-faired the face of any girl in town. | | | Spanish Women Spanish Women
Well, each according to his taste. The dons prefer their women lardy,
But me, I likes a tiny waist, And breast that fits a hand that's hardy. | | | The Ordinary Mother The Twins
I'm a tender-hearted dame, Military is my bent;
Thus my pretty dears can claim For their Pa the Regiment. | | | Boola-boola Maid The Boola-boola Maid
In the wilds of Madagascar dwelt a Boola-boola Maid. | | | Gertie of the Diamond Tooth and The Mare of Oregon Dance Hall Girls
Fair ladies of my lusty youth,
I fear you are dead and gone;
Where's Girtie of the Diamond Tooth,
and where the Mare of Oregon? | | | Klondike Kit and Gumboot Sue The Twins of Lucky Strike
And Klondike Kit, and Gumboot Sue, and many I've forgot;
They had their faults, as I recall, the same as you and me. | | | Florrie Florrie
My truest love was Poacher Jim: I wish my babe was his'n.
Yet I can't father it on him because he was in prison. | | | Marie Vaux The Last Supper
'Tis a poisoned wine your palate sips,
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips. | | | Babette Babette
I'm taxing up to the Montmartre,
With never a pang of regret,
To toy for a while with the garter
Of her whom I know as Babette. | | | The Countess At San Sebastian
The Countess sprawled beside the sea
as naked as she well could be. | | | Lily Rose Treat 'Em Rough
So next time I proposed, Thinks I, I'll treat 'em rough,
Her name was Lily Rose, I gave her he-man stuff. | | | Touch-the-Button Nell The Ballad of Touch-The-Button Nell
He crushed her in his mighty arms, a meek beguiling witch,
"With you, oh Nell, I'd dance to Hell," said Riley Dooleyvitch. | | | Bessie Bessie's Boil
Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind."
Says she: "You are right, Sam, I've something. It 'appens it's on me be'ind." | | | Katie Drummond Katie Drummond
But I, a hizzie of the town
Just telt him we must part;
Loving too well to drag him down
I tore him from my heart. | | | Polly Crump The Front Tooth
Says Polly Crump: "A gummy grin
Don't help to make one's business active;
We gels wot gains our bread by sin
Have got to make ourselves attractive." | | | Missis Chewed-ear Jenkins The Baldness of Chewed-ear
When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee,
His flowin' locks, ye recollect wuz frivolous an' free. | | | Montreal Maree Montreal Maree, McClusky's Nell, Bide-A-Wee,
The Twins of Lucky Strike, Death of a Croaker
But if I live a hundred years I'll not forget the thrill,
The rapture of that moment when I kissed a dimpled knee,
And safely mocked the murderous menace of Windy Bill,
Snug hid beneath the petticoat of Montreal Maree. | 
On the set of The Spoilers 1942
I've sung of Violet de Vere, that slinky, minky dame,
Of Gurtie of the Diamond Tooth, and Touch-the-Button Nell,
And Maye Lamore, - at eighty four I oughta blush wi' shame
That in my wild and wooly youth I knew them ladies well.
And Klondike Kit, and Gumboot Sue, and many I've forgot;
They had their faults, as I recall, the same as you and me;
But come to take them all in all, the daisy of the lot,
The glamour queen of dance-hall dames was Montreal Maree. First stanza, The Twins of Lucky Strike from Carols of an Old Codger
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