Casey’s Table D’Hote (Eugene Field Poems)
Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,When the money flowed like likker, 'nd ...
Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,When the money flowed like likker, 'nd ...
A man's a mug. I've worked the 'ole thing out To-day, down in the orchard where I sat ...
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES)Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids, and gather round my knee,And drop them books and first ...
Though you're not exactly blue,Yet you don't feel like you doIn the winter, or the long hot summer days.For your ...
It was a little grave yard on the rolling foot hill plains:That was bleached by the sun in summer, swept ...
GRANDFATHERT' watter is blue i' t' offin', An' blue is t' sky aboon;Swallows are settin' sou'ard, An' wanin' ...
O lat me in, my bonny lass!It's a lang road ower the hill,And the flauchterin snaw begud to fa'On the ...
In Dennis O'Halloran's bar-room, down by Newcastle pier,(Was ever ye down to Newcastle, lad?), I was sittin' drinkin' a beer,An' ...
One time, 'way back where the year marks fadeGod said: "I see I must lose my West,The place where I've ...
So Fritz 'e's at 'is tricks, Bill said, "'Is dirty sinkin' game:We thought we'd learned 'im better — ...
I 'ad been bushed in city streets, Where the bricks and mortar grow.I 'ad worked me way through the northern ...
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 ...
Swashin' down the quarter-deck, scuppers runnin' free,All th' gang in workin' white, happy as c'n be;Smell o' coffee comin' through ...
I've lit the Christmas candle,As we used to long agoWhen it shone through cabin windowsOn Holly-hedge and snow.In this fine ...
Slim Bates ain't braggin' any moreAbout how he kin ride'An' gosh, but he gets mighty soreWhenever he is guyed.He uster ...
She was nothin' much to look at, that there old fleabitten gray.She'd a cranky disposition, but you liked her any ...
When walkin' down a city street, Two thousand miles from home,The pavestones hurtin' of the feet That never ...
Way up along the mountain side and up on the mesas high.You watch the silent shadows glide as the clowds ...
Jes' the sort o' weather and jes' the sort of skyWhich seem to suit my fancy, with the white clouds ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
You've heard of Belching Billy, likewise known as Windy Bill, As punk a chunk of Yukon scum as ever robbed ...
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