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 ...
YOU can dunnage casks o' tallow; you can handle hides an' horn; You can carry frozen mutton; you can lumber ...
I ken'd Maggie weel ere she grew to a wife,An' smiled in the sunshine o' a' its sweet life;But, wae's ...
I never did 'ave no use for Germans (said Bill the bosun to me,As he sat on the after hatchway ...
'TWAS down in Honolulu, Way off one night afar, The sea-breeze comin' cooler Across the coral bar, When Lulu's eyes ...
To DR. SHERMAN LEACH, Columbus, Ohio. Was yo' at de dance an' 'sepshun? At siss Poodle's Chewsday night? Didn't git ...
The wind is blowin' cold down the mountain tips of snowAnd 'cross the ranges layin' brown and dead;It's cryin' through ...
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, ...
De Injun summah's comin', De bees is all froo hummin', De watah-mellon thumbin' ...
I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job;I drives me bottle cart around the town;A bloke ...
The sea's a place for sailormen in fair or stormy weather;'Round the world and back again they're all good mates ...
How dear to my heart are the scenes of my cruises,When fond recollection presents them to view.Not one of those ...
SO t' Doctor thinks 'at my time is nigh:But does yon gomerill knawThis is no time for a man to ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him ...
I've been sittin' starin', starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots, And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im. (Look out ...
When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee, His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free; But in ...
I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job; I drives me bottle cart around the town; ...
Now look, you see, it's this way like, You cross the broken bridge And run the crick down till you ...
You see, the thing was this way -- there was me, That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare, And Ikey Chambers ...
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