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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 08/09/2003 (3042 reads)
I knew three sisters,--all were sweet...

I knew three sisters,--all were sweet;
        Wishful to wed was I,
And wondered which would mostly meet
        The matrimonial tie.
I asked the first what fate would she
        Wish joy of life to bring to her.
She answered: 'I would like to be
        A concert singer.'

I asked the second, for my mind
        Was set on nuptial noosing,
Unto what lot was she inclined
        If she could have the choosing?
Said she: 'For woman I can see
        No fortune finer,
Than to go in for Art and be
        A dress designer.'

With heavy heart I asked the third
        What was her life ambition;
A maiden she in look and word
        Of modest disposition.
'Alas, I dearly wish,' said she,
        'My aims were deeper:
My highest hope it is to be
        A good house-keeper.'

Which did I choose? Look at my home,--
        The answer's there;
As neat and sweet as honeycomb,
        With children fair.
And so it humbly seems to me,
        In common life,
A woman's glory is to be
        A good house-wife.

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