Men of the High North, the wild s… Islands of opal float on silver se… Swift splendors kindle, barbaric,… Pale ports of amber, golden argosi… Ringed all around us the proud pea…

Life, you’ve been mighty good to m… Yet here’s the end of the trail; No more mountain, moor and sea, No more saddle and sail. Waves a—leap in the laughing sun

A grey gull hovered overhead, Then wisely flew away. 'In half a jiffy you’ll be dead,' I thought I heard it say; As there upon the railway line,

Sky’s a—waxin’ grey, Got to be a—goin’; Gittin’ on my way, Where? I ain’t a—knowin’. Fellers, no more jokes,

Of all the boys with whom I fough… In Africa and Sicily, Bill was the bravest of the lot In our dare—devil Company. That lad would rather die than yie…

Some carol of the banjo, to its me… Of viol or of lute some make a son… My battered old accordion, you’re… You’ve been my friend and comforte… Round half the world I’ve trotted…

He gives me such a bold and curiou… That young American across the wa… As if he’d like to put me in a boo… (Fancies himself a poet, so they s… Ah well! He’ll make no “document”…

Unpenitent, I grieve to state, Two good men stood by heaven’s gat… Saint Peter coming to await. The stopped the Keeper of the Key… Saying: “What suppliants are thes…

Should you preserve white mice in… Don’t use imported ones from Chin… For though they cost you less in m… You’ll find the Japanese ones fin… But if Chinese, stuff them with s…

There’s a four—pronged buck a—swin… And it roamed the velvet valley ti… But I tracked it by the river, an… And I killed it on the mountain m… Now I’ve had my lazy supper, and…

This is the end of all my ways, My wanderings on earth, My gloomy and my golden days, My madness and my mirth. I’ve bought ten thousand blades of…

He asked the lady in the train If he might smoke: she smiled cons… So lighting his cigar and fain To talk he puffed away content, Reflecting: how delightful are

My garden robin in the Spring Was rapturous with glee, And followed me with wistful wing From pear to apple tree; His melodies the summer long