Come to thy Gronny, Doy (Ben Preston Poems)
Come to thy gronny, doy, come to thy gronny, Bless thee, to me tha'rt as pratty as onny; Mutherlass barn ...
Come to thy gronny, doy, come to thy gronny, Bless thee, to me tha'rt as pratty as onny; Mutherlass barn ...
Auld Granny Grey Pow, Fetch the bairnies in;Bring them frae the Scaur Heid, Where they mak' sic din.Chase them frae ...
What maks ye sae canty, granny dear?Has some kin' body been for ye to speir?Ye luik as smilin an' fain ...
TO ROBERT PAYNE and MAJOR J. C. FULTON, Columbus, Ohio. When de sno' it am er fallin', Winds er whizzin' ...
Owd John's got past his work, said they,Last week as ever was — "don't payTo send by him. ...
FORGET 'at iver I ran barefootAn' danced round a brushwood fire,An' oot of our vardo window watchedStars dim a poplar ...
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 ...
She's an awfu' lassie, Jenny, No' her like in a' the toon,For her heid is fu' o' mischief, And her ...
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue Since the days I gulped the physic that ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Granny's come to our house, And ho! my lawzy-daisy! All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin' crazy! Fetched ...
A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler's fee, For though the porridge pot was full A ...
TO her, for I must still regard her As feminine in her degree, Who has been my unkind bombarder Year ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed, Playing alone in the creek-bed dry, In the small green flat on every side Walled in ...
Through every nook and every cranny The wind blew in on poor old Granny Around her knees, into each ear ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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