The Sunday-School Picnic (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
Oh! the horns are all a-tootin' as we rattle through the town,And we fellers are a-hootin' and a-jumpin' up and ...
Oh! the horns are all a-tootin' as we rattle through the town,And we fellers are a-hootin' and a-jumpin' up and ...
On the banks o' Deer Crick! There's the place fer me!-- Worter slidin' past ye jes as clair as it kin be:-- See ...
IN de dead of night I sometimes,Git to t'inkin' of de pas'An' de days w'en slavery helt meIn my mis'ry ...
The bronco's mighty wild and tough,And full of outdoor feelin's:His feet are quick, his ways are rough,He's careless in his ...
W'EN de colo'ed ban' comes ma'chin' down de street,Don't you people stan' daih starin'; lif' yo' feet!Ain't dey playin'? Hip, ...
Don't you see de black cloudsRisin' ober yonder,Whar de Massa's old plantation am?Neber you be frightened,Dem is only darkies,Come to ...
De trees is bendin' in de sto'm, De rain done hid de mountain's fo'm, I 's 'lone an' in distress. But listen, dah ...
I. Dawn, noon and dewfall! Bluebird and robin Up and at it airly, and the orchard-blossoms bobbin'! Peekin' from the winder, half-awake, and wishin' I ...
IT was stiller, dimmer twilight - amber toornin' into gold, Like young maidens' hairs get yellow und more dark as ...
"IN DAT GREAT GITTIN'-UP MORNIN'I 'M a gwine to tell you bout de comin' ob de Saviour,- Fare you well, ...
You've watched the ground-hog's shadow and the shiftin' weather signsTill the Northern prairie starred itse'f with flowers;You've seen the snow ...
At a roundup on the Gily,One sweet mornin' long ago,Ten of us was throwed right freelyBy a hawse from Idaho.And ...
When de banjo am er plinkin' An' de fiddle am er squeakin' An' de ditties comes sweet, An' de ditties ...
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, ...
Desert blue and silver in the still moonshine,Coyote yappin' lazy on the hill,Sleepy winks of lightnin' down the far sky ...
There is some that like the city-Grass that's curried smooth and green,Theaytres and stranglin' collars,Wagons run by gasoline-But for me ...
Pa's not so very big or brave; he can't lift weights like Uncle Jim; His hands are soft like little ...
No use frettin' when the rain comes down,No use grievin' when the gray clouds frown,No use sighin' when the wind ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
Me that 'ave been what I've been -- Me that 'ave gone where I've gone -- Me that 'ave seen ...
INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTION To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones; The sober ...
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