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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 Webmaster on 07/21/2003 (17012 reads)
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Dago Kid - The Ballad of the Northern Lights -

- He raved and swore, but we tended him with our uncouth, clumsy care.  The camp-fire gleamed and he gazed and dreamed with a fixed and curious stare, then all at once he grabbed my gun and he put it to his head, and he says: 'I'll fix it for you, boys!' --- them are the words he said.
Dangerous Dan McGrew - The Shooting of Dan McGrew -

 - That one of you is a hound of hell ... and that one is Dan McGrew.

Deacon White - The Ice - Worm Cocktail -

  "Methinks you're right, and so I have a plan by which I hope to prove to-night the mettle of the man.  Just meet me where the hooch-bird sings, and though our ways be rude we'll make a proper Sourdough of this Piccadilly dude."

Doc’ McGee - Death of a Croaker -

 - whose lubricant was gin?  The poor old Doc' has gone, I fear, to dry and dusty doom;

Dud McClusky - Mc’Clusky’s Nell -


Eddie Malone -The Gramophone at Foud-du-Lac -

- Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone, to draw all the trade to his store;
An' sez he: "Come along for a season of song, which the like ye had niver before."

Father Tim McGee - Black Moran -

Father Tim McGee - The Twins of Lucky Strike -

Fighting Mac -Fighting Mac - - 

A pistol shot rings round and round the world; in pitiful defeat a warrior lies. A last defiance to dark Death is hurled, a last wild challenge shocks the sunlit skies. Alone he falls, with wide, wan, woeful eyes: eyes that could smile at death --- could not face shame

Fireman Flynn -The Ballad of  Hank The Finn -  

Grubbe, of the City Patrol - The Black Sheep -

- But the one that cooked my bacon was Grubbe, of the City Patrol.
He fagged for my room at Eton, and didn't I devil his soul!
And now he is getting even, landing me down in the hole.

Gumboot Jones - Mc'Clusky's Nell -

- An' Gumboot Jones in solemn tones said: "You should hear her sing;
They've got the cabin next to mine, an' like a bird in Spring,
She fills that tumble-down old shack wi' simple melodiee.

Gum-boot Ben - The Ballad of Gum - Boot Ben -

 - I met him later in a bar and made a gay remark anent an ancient miner and an option on the Ark.
He gazed at me reproachfully, as only topers can; but what he said I can't repeat - he was a bad old man.
Gumboot Jones - Mc’Clusky’s Nell -


Hank The Flynn -The Ballad of  Hank The Finn -

Hard-Luck Henry(Smith) - Ballad of Hard-Luck Henry -

 - One day while meditating on the waywardness of fate, he felt the ache of lonely man to find a fitting mate; a petticoated pard to cheer his solitary life,  a woman with soft, soothing ways, a confidant, a wife.  And while he cooked his supper on his Yukon stove, he wished that he had staked a claim in Love's rich treasure-trove; when suddenly he paused and held aloft a Yukon egg, for there in pencilled letters was the magic name of Peg.


Jack - Two Men (J.L. and R. B.) -


Jack-Pot Jim - Athabaska Dick -

 - with a wild light in his eye; and he softly laughed, and he led Dick aft, all eager, yet half afraid

Jean Desprez - Jean Desprez - Rhymes of a Red Cross Man -

- Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance,
Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant boy of France;
A lad uncouth and warped with toil, yet who, when trial came,
Could feel within his soul upleap and soar the sacred flame;
Could upright, and scorn and smite, as only heroes may:

Judge McGraw - Violet De Vere -

 - whom folks called Old Necessity, because he knew no law.

Julot - Julot the Apache -

- A little chap just like a boy, with smudgy black mustache,
-- yet there was nothing juvenile in Julot the apache.
From head to heel as tough as steel, as nimble as a cat,
With every trick of twist and kick, a master of savate.

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