Mother Carey (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
As late I went a-walking by the sea,I thought I heard men talking, I heard them call to me:"Oh, sorrow ...
As late I went a-walking by the sea,I thought I heard men talking, I heard them call to me:"Oh, sorrow ...
You are sleepin' in your hot roll when some body kicks your tarp.When you roll out of your blankets why ...
Are you coming, Johnnie Bowline, Have you had your fill of fun? Are you ready, Johnnie Bowline,Now your pay-roll's spent ...
Is wee Jamie waukin' yet? Lyin' unco lang;Better cuddlin' in his bed When his mammy's thrang.Here he's comin' ow'r the ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin';You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you dinna ...
O it's "ah fare ye well," for the deep sea's crying,You thought you could forget it, but it's no use ...
Auld Johnnie Noddle sleeps through a' the day,Sleeps until the sun gangs doon an' a' the licht away;Then he waukens ...
Do you think that odes and sermons,And the ringing of church bells,And the blood of old men and young men,Martyred ...
A hundred miles from the Longships Light —Leave her, Johnnie, leave her! — And blowing up for a dirty night ...
Air — "Landlady, count the lawin."O weel's me on my ain man!My ain man, my ain man;O, weel's me on ...
Poor Johnnie Pope Has lost his coat,But let him never mind it; When he comes down To ...
"Where have you been this while away, Johnnie, Johnnie?" 'Long with the rest on a picnic lay, Johnnie, my Johnnie, ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
Us two wuz boys when we fell out,-- Nigh to the age uv my youngest now; Don't rec'lect what't wuz ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
In the warm yellow smile of the morning, She stands at the lattice pane, And watches the strong young binders ...
Bring the comb and play upon it! Marching, here we come! Willie cocks his highland bonnet, Johnnie beats the drum. ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Do you think that odes and sermons, And the ringing of church bells, And the blood of old men and ...
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