The Farmer’s Daughter Cherry (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
The Farmer quit what he was at, The bee-hive he was smokin':He tilted back his old straw hat-- Says he, "Young man, ...
The Farmer quit what he was at, The bee-hive he was smokin':He tilted back his old straw hat-- Says he, "Young man, ...
The rabbit's ears are flattened and he's squattin' scared and still,Ag'inst the dripping cedar; and the quail below the hillAre ...
Times I think I'm not the man- Must be some mistake.Me among the also ran? Cute and wideawake!Old and beat and crotchety- Sixty-five, ...
Some folk calls me a gabbart, they do, - My owner calls me a lighter.There's many a craft wi' a bigger ...
You kin talk erbout yo' 'lasses an' yo' steamin' buckwheat cakes,'Bout yo' eisters fried in crackers, an' yo' juicy hot ...
I've never traveled for more'n a day,I never was one to roam,But I likes to sit on the busy quay,Watchin' ...
I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night, 'Bout hit bein' people's dooty, fu' to keep dey ...
DEY was oncet a awful quoil 'twixt de skillet an' de pot;De pot was des a-bilin' an' de skillet sho' ...
HERE ain't a lavender ditty, Sung by a sweet-scented cove; Here ain't no wine-inspired, witty Story of Honour and Love. ...
Though you're not exactly blue,Yet you don't feel like you doIn the winter, or the long hot summer days.For your ...
We were sittin' there, and smokin' of our pipes, discussin' thingsLike taxes, votes for wimmin, an' the totterin' ...
We were settin' there an' smokin' of our pipes, discussin' things,Like licker, votes for wimmin, an' the totterin'thrones o' kings,When ...
Let 'em come, by gum! That's all I say.Let me see one of 'em up this way,With their sacks a-back ...
I seen her once for just a jiff; it was a misty day,Wi' sea birds mewin' i' the rain an' ...
They sing of the puncher--that knight of the range who rounds up the bellerin' steer;Who rides at the head of ...
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion,You cudn't stop him any more'n a ...
There's a time that you remember,In October or September.Mebbe early in November,When the summer work is done. When the air ...
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool, I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my ...
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn't stop him any more'n ...
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
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