The Picnic (Charles Godfrey Leland Poems)
DE picknock oud at Spraker's Wood:- It melt de soul und fire de plood. Id sofly slid from cakes und ...
DE picknock oud at Spraker's Wood:- It melt de soul und fire de plood. Id sofly slid from cakes und ...
" Behold the mansion swift upreared for Jack: See the malt stored in many an ample sack. Mark how the ...
HANS BREITMANN shoined de Turners, Novemper in de fall, Und dey gifed a boostin' bender All in de Turner Hall. ...
It was an' aboot the Lammas time,In sixteen forty-three, sirs,That there fell oot the awfu' fecht'Twixt Macfadden an' Macfee, sirs.Macfadden, ...
There aince was a very pawky duke,Far kent for his joukery-pawkery,Wha owned a hoose wi' a gran' outlook,A gairden an' ...
"OWD PINDER were a rackless foo, An' spent his days i' spreein'; At th' end ov every drinkin'-do, ...
The British Empire has a flag that flies throughout the WorldAnd no power on earth can pull it downIt stands ...
A pair of very chubby legsEncased in scarlet hose;A pair of little stubby bootsWith rather doubtful toes;A little kilt, a ...
I'm a fussy little fellowIn my kilt of glowing yellow; As about the garden ways I bow and bend.Many a ...
Some tell me 'tis a burnin' shame To make the naygers fight,And that the trade of bein' kilt Belongs but ...
Noo, ye ken, we'll see 'em agen, Waggling doon the street,While the baton twirls an' the piper skirls To the ...
There was a ridiculous Rat Who was awfully puffy and fat. "I'll carry," he said, "This plate on ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
The Hielan' lassies are a' for spinnin', The Lowlan' lassies for prinkin' and pinnin'; My daddie w'u'd chide me, an' ...
Missis Moriarty called last week, and says she to me, says she: "Sure the heart of me's broken entirely now ...
The road is thronged with women; soldiers pass And halt, but never see them; yet they're here- A patient crowd ...
I'd hate to be centipede (of legs I've only two), For if new trousers I should need (as oftentimes I ...
How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead ...
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by ...
Foreigners are people somewhere else, Natives are people at home; If the place you're at Is your habitat, You're a ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
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