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The Spell of the Yukon
and Other Verses
Robert W. Service
Originally published in 1916 by Barse & Co.
Also published as Songs of a Sourdough
- Contents -
- The Land God Forgot
- The lonely sunsets flare forlorn,
- The Spell of the Yukon
- I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
- The Heart of the Sourdough
- There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon,
- The Three Voices
- The waves have a story to tell me,
- The Law of the Yukon
- This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain,
- The Parson's Son
- This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone,
- The Call of the Wild
- Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on,
- The Lone Trail
- Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it,
- The Pines
- We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines,
- The Lure of Little Voices
- There's a cry from out the loneliness -- oh, listen, Honey, listen!
- The Song of the Wage-Slave
- When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay,
- If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about,
- The Shooting of Dan McGrew
- A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon,
- The Cremation of Sam McGee
- There are strange things done in the midnight sun,
- My Madonna
- I haled me a woman from the street,
- I know a garden where the lilies gleam,
- The Reckoning
- It's fine to have a blow-out in a fancy restaurant,
- One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar,
- The Men That Don't Fit In
- There's a race of men that don't fit in,
- Music in the Bush
- O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon,
- The Rhyme of the Remittance Man
- There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin,
- The Low-Down White
- This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down,
- The Little Old Log Cabin
- When a man gets on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town,
- The Younger Son
- If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land,
- The March of the Dead
- The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet,
- "Fighting Mac"
- A pistol shot rings round and round the world,
- The Woman and the Angel
- An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street,
- The Rhyme of the Restless Ones
- We couldn't sit and study for the law,
- New Year's Eve
- It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear,
- Say! You've struck a heap of trouble,
- The Harpy
- There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she,
- 'Twas a year ago, and the moon was bright,
- The Tramps
- Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God's land together,
- You who have lived in the land,
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