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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 Men

Published by Webmaster on 07/21/2003 (14376 reads)
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Lew Lamore - Touch - The Button Nell -

- Now like all others of her ilk, the lady had a friend, and what she made by way
of trade, she gave to him to spend; to stake him in a poker game, or pay his barroom score: he was a pimp from Paris, and his name was Lew Lamore.

 

Major Percy Brown - The Ice - Worm Cocktail -

 - from London on the Thames.

Man From Eldorado - The Man From Eldorado -

- He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, in moccasins and oily buckskin shirt.
He's gaunt as any Indian, and pretty nigh as brown; he's greasy, and he smells of sweat and dirt,
He sports a crop of whiskers that would shame a healthy hog;

Man-Who-Had-No-Name - The Ballad of the Black Fox Skin -

- His cheeks were blanched as the flume-head foam when the brown spring freshets flow; Deep in their dark, sin-calcined pits were his sombre eyes aglow;
They knew him far for the fitful man who spat forth blood on the snow.

McGuffy - New YearÂ’s Eve -  


Mike - Mike -

 - My lead dog Mike was like a bear;  I reckon he was grizzly bred, for when he reared up in the air he over-topped me by a head.  He'd cuff me with his hefty paws, jest like  a puppy actin' cute,  and I would swear:  by Gosh! he was the world's most mighty malemute.


Mike Maloney - McÂ’CluskyÂ’s Nell -

Moko - The Headliner and the Breadliner -

- Moko the Educate Ape is here, The pet of vaudeville, so the posters say,
And every night the gaping people pay To see him in his panoply appear,
To see him pad his paunch with dainty cheer, Puff his perfecto, swill champagne, and sway Just like a gentleman, yet all in play, Then bow himself off stage with brutish leer.

Old Tom - The Gramophone at Foud-du-Lac -

 

Ole Olson (the sailor Swede) - The Ballad of the Northern Lights -

 - He talked of his home in Oregon and the peach-trees all in bloom, and the fern head-high, and the topaz sky, and the forest's scented gloom.  He talked of the sins of his misspent life, and then he seemed to brood, and I watched him there like a fox a hare, for I knew it was not good.

One-Eyed Mike - Bide-A-Wee - - The Twins of Lucky Strike -  

Philo - The Ballad of the Brand -

- Now there was one called Philo, a scribe, a man of exquisite grace, carved like the god Apollo in limb, fair as Adonis in face; eager and winning of manner, full of such radiant charm, womenkind fought for his favor and loved to their uttermost harm. Such was his craft and his knowledge, such was his skill at the game,

Pious Pete - The Ballad of Pious Pete -

 - His gums were so black, and his lips seemed to crack, and his teeth all were loosening out.  'Twas a death's head that peered through the tangle of beard; 'twas a face I will never forget;

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