Johnnie Chanteyman (Bill Adams Poems)
Johnnie Parrot, Johnnie Parrot, I'll not hear againThat old voice of yours a-ringin' down the windy rain,When the ocean morning's ...
Johnnie Parrot, Johnnie Parrot, I'll not hear againThat old voice of yours a-ringin' down the windy rain,When the ocean morning's ...
Devine came back the other day. We'd planned a great home-comin'. No long trombone we had to play, ...
Oo seen her off? . . . "Me," says the tide,"I 'ad to, for why, there was no one ...
Oh, Grimsby is a pleasant town as any man may find,An' Grimsby wives are thrifty wives, an' Grimsby girls are ...
When th' dawn is jest a-breakin',An' th' runnin' lights are dim,An' th' risin' sun is makin'Streaks scross th' ocean's rim;When ...
Seemed like I couldn't stand it any more, The factory whistles blowin' day by day,An' men an' children hurryin' by ...
When days are getting' short an' cold, an' the long nights begin,With waves like mountains rollin' high, an' the norther ...
Winter is here and it aint so nice tendin' the feeders and choppin' ice.Nasty weather to stir about. ...
Here's the dream I had, boys, an' I tell you true,I saw the old Fulmar plain as I see you ...
When the cranky German waggon, With its ten or fifteen bag on Comes a-jerkin' and a-joltin' down the dusty, limestone ...
Jes' the sort o' weather and jes' the sort of skyWhich seem to suit my fancy, with the white clouds ...
BEIN' uncle to the kids,Laughin' lips an' drowsy lidsGrimy hands an' tattered clothes,Cheeks as red as any rose;Willie Browns an' ...
My tired horse nickers for his own home bars;A hoof clicks out a spark.The dim creek flickers to the lonesome ...
Saw ye nae my Peggy?Saw ye nae my Peggy?Saw ye Peggy comin' Thro' Tillibelton's broom?I'm frae Aberdagie,Owre the crafts o' ...
Market days it allus rains,An' yestreen it wur snowin',Varra awkward is our trainsWhen t'owd trap isn't goin'-But I did well, ...
How's the wind, Skipper?"It's nobbut a leet air;If it doan't freshenYou'd like to cuss?Well, a fluky windWean't shift for us."How's ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What ...
Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah, Frost a-comin' in de night, Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin', Possum keepin' out o' sight. ...
I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing, and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin good that one, ...
Come round me, little childer; There, don't fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll ...
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