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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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The Bandit

Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (3473 reads)
Upon his way to rob a Bank...

Upon his way to rob a Bank
        He paused to watch a fire;
Though crowds were pressing rank on rank
        He pushed a passage nigher;
Then sudden heard, piercing and wild,
        The screaming of a child.

A Public Enemy was he,
        A hater of the law;
He looked around for bravery
        But only fear he saw;
Then to the craven crowds amaze
        He plunged into the blaze.

How anguished was the waiting spell
        Of horror and of pain!
Then--then from out that fiery hell
        He staggered forth again:
The babe was safe, in blankets wrapt,
        The man flame lapt.

His record was an evil one,
        Of violence and sin.
No good on earth he'd ever done,
        Yet--may he Heaven win!
A gangster he . . . Is it not odd?
        --With guts of God.

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