I have some friends, some honest friends, and honest friends are few; My pipe of briar, my open fire, A book that's not too new.
Robert Service
Robert Service
Robert Service
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Because I love the soothing weed
And am of sober type,
I'd choose me for a friend in need
A man who smokes a pipe.
A cove who hasn't much to say,
And spits into the fire,
Puffing like me a pipe of clay,
Corn-cob or briar.
A chap original of thought,
With cheery point of view,
Who has of gumption quite a lot,
And streaks of humour too.
He need not be a whiskered sage,
With wisdom over-ripe:
Just give me in the old of age
A pal who smokes a pipe.
A cigarette may make for wit,
Although I like it not;
A good cigar, I must admit,
Gives dignity to thought.
But as my glass of grog I sip
I never, never gripe
If I have for companionship
A guy who smokes a pipe.
And am of sober type,
I'd choose me for a friend in need
A man who smokes a pipe.
A cove who hasn't much to say,
And spits into the fire,
Puffing like me a pipe of clay,
Corn-cob or briar.
A chap original of thought,
With cheery point of view,
Who has of gumption quite a lot,
And streaks of humour too.
He need not be a whiskered sage,
With wisdom over-ripe:
Just give me in the old of age
A pal who smokes a pipe.
A cigarette may make for wit,
Although I like it not;
A good cigar, I must admit,
Gives dignity to thought.
But as my glass of grog I sip
I never, never gripe
If I have for companionship
A guy who smokes a pipe.
Great!!!!.. I really am a Robert Service fan especially The Shooting of Dan McGrew and the Cremation of Sam McGee.
Alas! I see that thrushes three
Are ravishing my old fig tree,
In whose green shade I smoked my pipe
And waited for the fruit to ripe;
From green to purple softly swell
Then drop into my lap to tell
That it is succulently sweet
And excellent to eat.
-- The Robbers
Are ravishing my old fig tree,
In whose green shade I smoked my pipe
And waited for the fruit to ripe;
From green to purple softly swell
Then drop into my lap to tell
That it is succulently sweet
And excellent to eat.
-- The Robbers
INSPIRATIONAL
Give me work to do,
Give me health,
Give me joy in simple things.
Give me an eye for beauty,
A tongue for truth,
A heart that loves,
A mind that reasons,
A sympathy that understands.
Give me neither malice nor envy,
But a true kindness,
And a noble common sense.
And at the close of each day,
Give me a pipe to smoke,
Give me a book to read,
And a friend who knows the value of silence
While I am raping his sister.
Give me work to do,
Give me health,
Give me joy in simple things.
Give me an eye for beauty,
A tongue for truth,
A heart that loves,
A mind that reasons,
A sympathy that understands.
Give me neither malice nor envy,
But a true kindness,
And a noble common sense.
And at the close of each day,
Give me a pipe to smoke,
Give me a book to read,
And a friend who knows the value of silence
While I am raping his sister.
And a friend who knows the value of silence
While I am raping his sister.
What the hell is up with that. All I can say is, they would never find the body....... :puffpipe:
While I am raping his sister.
What the hell is up with that. All I can say is, they would never find the body....... :puffpipe:
I looked up this quote and the closest I could find was S M Frasier
So what is the reference to rape???? and what is the connection to Robert Service???
What in the world? Was that last bit a personal addition :? I think some sort of explanation is in order
I've heard that lyric somewhere before, but I can't place it. It doesn't belong in that poem, though.
Had a great English teacher in HS, Mr. Igo. He gave me a love for Robert W. Service! Thanks for sharing!
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up
in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box
was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game,
sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love,
the lady that's known as Lou.
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up
in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box
was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game,
sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love,
the lady that's known as Lou.
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Is that Hemingway ??????? I know I have read that line before . Give us the rest of the qoute Jud or I fear you shall be banished into the earth from which you come . How did you get your elbow in your mouth anyway . 
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