Poem by Robert William Service

No Sourdough

To be a bony feed Sourdough
You must, by Yukon Law,
Have killed a moose,
And robbed a sluice,
AND BUNKED UP WITH A SQUAW...

Alas! Sourdough I'll never be.
Oh, sad is my excuse:
My shooting's so damn bad, you see...
I've never killed a moose.

1. Resolutions
2. Old Sweethearts
3. Prelude (In youth I gnawed life's bitter rind)
4. Poet's Path
5. The Bulls

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