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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 (3938 reads)
Bed and bread are all I need...

Bed and bread are all I need
       In my happy day;
Love of Nature is my creed,
       Unto her I pray;
Sun and sky my spirit feed
       On my happy way.

To no man I bow the head,
       None may master me;
I will eat my crust of bread
       Lauding liberty;
And upon my truckle bed
       Glory to be free.

You who grab for sordid gold,
       You who fight for fame,
Shiny dross your fingers hold,
       Empty is your aim.
--Soon we fatten graveyard mould,
       Rich and poor the same.

So from world of want and woe
       I retreat with dread;
Tuned to Nature glad I go
       With my bite of bread:
Praising God I lay me low
       On my truckle bed.

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