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Robert W Service - Village Don Juan
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Lord, I`m grey, my face is run,
But by old Harry, I`ve had my fun;
And all about, I seem to see
Lads and lassies that look like me;
Ice-blue eyes on every hand,
Handsomest youngsters in the land.

"Old Stud Horse" they say of me,
But back of my beard I laugh with glee.
Far and wide have I sown my seed,
Yet by the gods I`ve improved the breed:
From byre and stable to joiner`s bench,
From landlord`s daughter to serving wench.

Ice-blue eyes and blade-straight nose,
Stamp of my virile youth are those;
Now you`ll see them on every side,
Proof of my powers, far and wide:
Even the parson` handsome scamp,
And the Doctor`s daughter have my stamp.

Many a matron cocks an eye
Of secret knowledge as I pass by;
As for the hubbies, what they don`t know
Will never hurt them, so let them go:
The offspring most they seem to prize
Have blade-straight noses and ice-blue byes.

Yet oh, I have a haunting dread
Brother and sister lust the bed;
The Parson`s and the Doctor`s lass,
Yestreen in the moon I saw them pass;
The thought of them wed is like a knife. . . .
Brother and sister - man and wife.
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