A Song. — In Robert Bruce’s Days. To the tune of Cumbernald-house (James Wilson Claudero Poems)
In Robert Bruce's Days,The Flemings wore the Bays.Their Courage it surpassed monny:For they the Dagger drew,And serv'd their King ay ...
In Robert Bruce's Days,The Flemings wore the Bays.Their Courage it surpassed monny:For they the Dagger drew,And serv'd their King ay ...
Come let us prepare,Jolly hearts ev'ry where,Each shoemaker sing and be merry,Let mirth now abound,And bumpers go round,Of Claret, Champaign, ...
WHO HAD SENT ME A SEVEN-POUND TROUTFit for an Abbot of Theleme, For the whole Cardinals' College, orThe Pope himself to ...
My brother Andy said, that for a soldier he would go,So great excitement came upon the house of McElroe.My father ...
While You, dear Tom, in London City,Associate with the fair and witty,And, gayly rambling o'er the Town,Take the brisk Juice ...
THE autumn day steals, pallid as a ghost, Along these fields and man-forsaken ways; And o'er the hedgerows bramble-knotted mazeThe whitening locks ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;And to ...
I am a decay'd macaroni, My lodging's up three pair of stairs; My cheeks are grown wondrously bony, And grey, ...
Rebellion hath broken up house,And hath left me old lumber to sell;Come hither and take your choice,I'll promise to use ...
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,And the winter winds are wearily sighing:Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,And tread ...
I've loops o' string in the place o' buttons, I've mostly holes for a shirt;My boots are bust and my ...
I was smoking a cigarette;Maud, my wife, and the tenor, McKey,Were singing together a blithe duet,And days it were better ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Ophelia puked hourly dawn till dusk, retching mucous slobber, then spewing air. Scum that I am, I never stopped thinking ...
Chorus.-You're welcome, Willie Stewart, You're welcome, Willie Stewart, There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May, That's half sae welcome's ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
I WISH to God I never saw you, Mag. I wish you never quit your job and came along with ...
I WAITED today for a freight train to pass. Cattle cars with steers butting their horns against the bars, went ...
I met a guy I used to know, who said: "You take your '57 Karnak, now, The model that they ...
Fill the bumper fair! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle. Wit's electric flame ...
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