Breitmann In Forty-Eight (Charles Godfrey Leland Poems)
DERE woned once a studente, All in der Stadt Paris,Whom jeder der ihn kennte, Der rowdy Breitmann hiess. He roosted ...
DERE woned once a studente, All in der Stadt Paris,Whom jeder der ihn kennte, Der rowdy Breitmann hiess. He roosted ...
VOT gollops at mitnight, Mit h'roolah and yell, Like der teufel's wild yager Boorst loose out of hell? Vot cleams ...
DER BREITMANN mit his gompany Rode out in Marylandt. "Dere's nix to trink in dis countrie; ine droat's as dry ...
Ay, I'm a ranter, so at least fowks say; Happen they'd tell t' same tale o' t' postle ...
A weddin', a woo, A clog an' a shoe,A pot full o' porridge; away we go! ...
Young Jenny, she walked ower t' ribbed sea-sand, (T' lairocks sing sae sweetly, O!)Wheer she met a fisher-lad, net ...
ICH bin ein Deutscher, und mein name is Cobus Hagelstein,I coom from Cincinnati, and I life peyond der Rhein; Und ...
Fieldfares, bonny fieldfares, feedin' 'mang the bent, Wheer the sun is shinin' through yon cloud's wide rent, ...
I STOOMPLED oud ov a dafern, Breauscht mit a gallon of wein, Und I rooshed along de strassen, Like a ...
The miller by the shore am I, A man o' despert sense;I've fotty different soorts o' ways O' ...
But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaningThe Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.Jane Elliot (1727-1805).O! day-time ...
TIS shveet to valk in Holland towns Apout de twilicht tide, Vhen all ish shdill on proad canals, Safe vhere ...
(DE POOTY VIDOW.) I. VOT DE YANKEE CHAP SUNG.DAT pooty liddle vidow Vot ve dosh'nt vish to name, Ish still ...
A lile wind kindly blaws to-day;They're takin' Dick, fra' ower t' way,To Dallow. Dick 'ud be reet fainTo rest theer, ...
No matter wheer thoo wander,Be't North, South, East or West,In hot lands or in cool lands,Thi heart will find no ...
EMMA JANE, Emma Jane, did iver you seeLikes o' her! Some folk is terrible proudOf a piano an' all. I'll ...
THOO knaws, dear Lord, I wurn't oneFor ever begging on Thee,'At when my lile sorrows cameI suffered silently;For folk so ...
Darby speaksALISON, don thi bonnet, Put on thi Sunday shawlAn' we will go to Hirings to buy thee ...
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy? Proputty, proputty, proputty--that's what I 'ears 'em saäy. Proputty, proputty, ...
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