The Old Boys (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
When Ugli, son of Wampus, of a pre-historic date,Built himself a country villa out of mud and sticks and slate;Tribal ...
When Ugli, son of Wampus, of a pre-historic date,Built himself a country villa out of mud and sticks and slate;Tribal ...
I liked the way we used to do, when cattle was plenty and folks was few.The people gathered frum ...
How dear to my heart was that old yellow slicker,I carried 'way back in my cowpunchin' days;'Twas stiff as a ...
Very soon the Yankee teachersCame down and set up school;But, oh! how the Rebs did hate it, —It was agin' ...
They sing of the puncher--that knight of the range who rounds up the bellerin' steer;Who rides at the head of ...
A man without a party, he Knows nought of obligationTo any friend; but, fancy free. He represents the nation.In lonely ...
Way up along the mountain side and up on the mesas high.You watch the silent shadows glide as the clowds ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
You want to know what's the matter with me, do yer? My! ain't men blinder'n moles? It ain't nothin' new, ...
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
After so long an absence At last we meet agin: Does the meeting give us pleasure, Or does it give ...
One man in a thousand, Solomon says, Will stick more close than a brother. And it's worth while seeking him ...
'E was warned agin' 'er -- That's what made 'im look; She was warned agin' 'im -- That is why ...
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea, There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks ...
The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue; There aren't a wave for miles an' ...
(Soudan Expeditionary Force) We've fought with many men acrost the seas, An' some of 'em was brave an' some was ...
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What ...
Come round me, little childer; There, don't fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll ...
Hark to the Sourdough story, told at sixty below, When the pipes are lit and we smoke and spit Into ...
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin, With a lot o' truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin' (Which ...
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