The Old Sergeant (Forceythe Willson Poems)
"COME a little nearer, Doctor,-thank you,-let me take the cup: Draw your chair up,-draw it closer,-just another little sup! May ...
"COME a little nearer, Doctor,-thank you,-let me take the cup: Draw your chair up,-draw it closer,-just another little sup! May ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
GOATS go past the back of the house like dry leaves in the dawn,And up the hill like a ...
Lost! lost! lost!The famed and gracious Anne is no more,Her sceptre broken, now her power is o'er,Ye judges, who, to-day ...
A weddin', a woo, A clog an' a shoe,A pot full o' porridge; away we go! ...
WHEN within that silken-curtained room, The dear Husband of our State lay dying, All the land was shrouded with that ...
SOME neets are made for courtin',Neets when a new-born moonLies like a bairn in a creddle o' treesAn' rockin' sounds ...
Now wat ye wha I met yestreen Coming down the street, my Jo, My mistress in ...
Here's the likeness of the Betsy: sometime in the eighteen thirtiesThey built her in Newcastle where the coaly dust and ...
AIR--_"Fee him, Father."_ There 's mony a flower beside the rose, And sweets beside the honey; ...
I wish I ken'd my Maggie's mind,If she's for me or Tammy;To me she is but passing kind,She's caulder still ...
Scotch stuff has come to stay,Now the burr drives out the brogue;Here in the U. S. A. The " hoot ...
Have you switched to Beta yet? It's an even bet that if you have you quite regret your impulse to ...
Some good people, daring & subtle voices and their tense faces, as I think of it I see sank underground. ...
Green grow the rashes, O! Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang ...
When I was brash and gallant-gay Just fifty years ago, I hit the ties and beat my way From Maine ...
In Paris on a morn of May I sent a radio transalantic To catch a steamer on the way, But ...
Of bosom friends I've had but seven, Despite my years are ripe; I hope they're now enjoying Heaven, Although they're ...
How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead ...
Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; But we're sick of prayers and Providence ...
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