I know a number of his more fameous bu heart including spell of the yukon, Sam Mcgee, Dan Mcgrew etc.c pierce said:Who is your favorite writer? Mine is Robert Service, I learned to read reading his poems.
I would like to know who wrote this also.Ok guys, Who wrote this???
The Ballad of Hairlip Lou
Listen guys and I’ll Put you wise,
To a tale untold before,
A tale of guts and pistol buts,
The last of the wild frontier.
No doubt you’ve head of that glorious bird,
The Dangerous Dan McGrew,Or Sam McGee from Tennessee, His story is not new,
But here’s a gink I hardly think you’ve had a chance to meet,
Old Hairlip Lou from Kalamazoo, a character hard to beat.
He was old and bent, and his life near spent,
But the fire of youth burned still,
And his iron nerve remained to serve,
The bidding of his will.
And oft’ at night ‘neath the lone star light,
In the dessert’s open sweep.
Where the winds howl and coyotes growl,
The old man would break and weep.
And clutch the sand with aching hand,
With ever the same old cry,
I’d gladly sell my soul to hell,
But “God, don’t let me die”.
I’m going to relate how he met his fate,
how he died in the heat of his lust,
And I’ll sweat that it’s so, and I ought to know,
I saw him bite the dust.
Bill Reilly’s den was filled with men,
And most couldn’t meet the turn,
Just heathen beaus in human clothes,
With souls of a slimy worm.
There was hophead Ike and lousy Mike,
And Hank the hawk was there,
And dressed in goose with squaw and papoose,
was Big Chief Roaring Bear.
And Filthy Sue and quite a few of her smirking crimson set,
Came down again, to bathe in sin, and take on something wet.
And the door opened wide and there stepped inside,
A stranger that no one knew,
And his roll of kale would have choked a whale,
And he smiled at filthy Sue.
And the music began with a bang and a din,
And each feller grabbed a girl,
And old Hairlip Lou grabbed filthy Sue,
And started in to whirl.
Then the music quit with a bang that would split,
The eardrums of the dead,
For old Hairlip had made a slip,
And fell on the back of his head.
The stranger, well,
you could see that he was mighty sore,
He said “Old man, dance if you can”,
“If you can’t, get off of the floor”.
Old Hairlip rose, and he blowed his nose,
And he coughed, and he spat, and he said,
“Another feller said that once”,
“And now , that feller ‘s dead!
Well slick as a whistle, they grabbed their pistols,
And their guns set up a roar,
That filled the air with hide and hair,
And guts all over the floor.
The stranger, well he was blowed to hell,
He was scattered all over the shack,
One frothy lung from a rafter hung,
And an eyeball stared from a crack.
Filthy sue was done up too,
Crushed like a toy Balloon
In a tawdry heap as if asleep,
With her mug in an old spittoon.
Hairlip Lou was a gob of goo,
And though I waited ‘round,
To search for more, only the core,
Of his Adams Apple Found.
I stepped on the head of a chief that was dead,
I’d known him as feather of goose,
And there by his side where it had squirmed and died,
Lay splattered the little papoose.
Ant there in the hush, and the gore and the slush,
And the slime and the grime and the ooze,
I thought What a Man old Hairlip had been,
And what a killer when tanked up on booze.
So now when you read of the great stampede,
Or Dangerous Dan McGrew,
Or Sam McGee from Tennessee,
Just remember Old Hairlip Lou.