This Man Jones (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
This man Jones was what you'd call A feller 'at had no sand at all; Kind o' consumpted, and undersize, And sailor-complected, with ...
This man Jones was what you'd call A feller 'at had no sand at all; Kind o' consumpted, and undersize, And sailor-complected, with ...
I've got a little yaller dog, a wuthless kind of chap,Who jest ain't good fer nothin' but ter eat and ...
Give it 'em hot, an be hanged to ther feelins! Souls may be lost wol yor choosin' yor words!Out wi' them ...
Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain't no ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble doteEz to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,Our old ...
Ole Mother Moon 'oo yanks 'er beamin' dile Acrost the sky when we've grown sick o' day,She's like some fat ...
'Er pore dear Par. she sez, "'e kept a store";An' then she weeps an' stares 'ard at the floor. "'Twas ...
Me photer's in the papers! 'Oly wars! A 'ero, I've been called in big, black type. I 'ad ...
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown - Flown like the smoke of some inchanted fag;Since dear Doreen, ...
(MR. INTERVIEWER INTERVIEWED)Know me next time when you see me, won't you, old smarty?Oh, I mean YOU, old figger-head,--just the ...
HE sits in bivouacke, By fire, peneat' de drees; A pottle of champagner Held shently on his knees; His lange ...
If I was a bloke as could paint,Bill said, "which I ain't,Lord! The pictures I'd doOf ships runnin' freeIn the ...
It's likely that you can rememberA corral at the foot of a hillSome mornin' along in DecemberWhen the air was ...
Lucksaid Dan,"Never no luckcome my way, sonny!None o' them widders with a nice little pileLookin' for a sailor manLooked at ...
Ever stood th' twelve t' fourAnchor watch, alone at night,When th' lights along th' shoreWere jes' blinkin' out o' sight?Ever ...
To DR. C. E. McCLELLAND, Columbus, Ohio. Little Rastus feelin' blue- Po' li'l' Rastus! Out o' sorts an' gloomy, too! ...
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
Hot digitty dog! Now, ain't it queer, I've been abroad for over a year; Seen a helluva lot since then, ...
When a man gits on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town, An' he ain't got nothin' comin' an' ...
'Ave you seen Bill's mug in the Noos to-day? 'E's gyned the Victoriar Cross, they say; Little Bill wot would ...
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