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 ...
Hi, it's a funny world! This mornin' when I wokeI saw red robin on the fence, an' heard the words ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York Sun.His ...
'Twas a winter night at the Diamond Bar,The wind was blowin' cold.The Dipper swung 'round the dim North StarAnd the ...
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!Mighty glad I ain't ...
Us two wuz boys when we fell out,— Nigh to the age uv my youngest now;Don't rec'lect what't wuz about, ...
What's prayin'? Prayin's wantin' things, And wishin' we had less or much, And after people's prayed for 'em, They've got ...
This year," said Pa, on New Year's night, "we'll start upon a different plan, I'm sick and tired of ending ...
They sing of the puncher--that knight of the range who rounds up the bellerin' steer;Who rides at the head of ...
I WONDER what the trees will say,The trees that used to share his play,An' knew him as the little ladWho ...
Fancy you knowin' old Bill Barley — I haven't seen 'im since I don't know when;Him an' me made a ...
This calf is just a baby yet.He isn't very old.If could talk atall, I'll betHe'd say this world was cold.He ...
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
Ain't no use as I can see In sittin' underneath a tree An' growlin' that your luck is bad, An' ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
Us two wuz boys when we fell out,-- Nigh to the age uv my youngest now; Don't rec'lect what't wuz ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
WHO dat knockin' at de do'? Why, Ike Johnson, -- yes, fu' sho! Come in, Ike. I's mighty glad You ...
THE GOSSOON It's bleedin'! It's bleedin'! THE OULD WOMAN An' shure, me lad, 't is bleedin'; But come, ...
The poppies gleamed like bloody pools through cotton-woolly mist; The Captain kept a-lookin' at the watch upon his wrist; And ...
Toil's a tunnel, there's no way out For fellows, the like o' me; A beggar wi' only a crust an' ...
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