Old Spookses’ Pass (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend? 'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin'-- He ...
"Mooar fowk get wed nor what do weel," A've heeard mi mother say;But mooast young lads an lasses too, Think just th' ...
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style, (Nor none ov my relations)Tew dig about the gnarly roots Ov prophetic spekkleations,Tew see what ...
A'a, dear! what a life has a mother! At leeast, if they're hamper'd like me,Thro' mornin' to neet ther's some bother, An' ...
"No," said old Farmer Downs to me, "I ain't the facts denyin',That all young folks in love must be, As birds must ...
He wor a poor hard workin lad, An shoo a workin lass,An hard they tew'd throo day to day, For varry little ...
"Tha wodn't goa an leave me, Jim, All lonely by mysel?My een at th' varry thowts grow dim-- Aw connot say farewell.Tha ...
It's hard what poor fowk mun put up wi'! What insults an snubs they've to tak!What bowin an scrapin's expected, If a ...
Gooid bye, lass, aw dunnot blame, Tho' mi loss is hard to bide!For it wod ha' been a shame, Had tha ivver ...
Dooant forget the old fowks,-- They've done a lot for thee;Remember tha'd a mother once, Who nursed thi on her knee.A father ...
If yo've a fancy for a spree,Goa up to Lundun, same as me,Yo'll find ther's lots o' things to see, To ...
Little bonny, bonny babby, How tha stares, an' weel tha may,For its but an haar, or hardly, Sin' tha furst saw th' ...
As aw passed Wit'orth chapel 'twor just five o'clock,Aw'd mi can full o' teah, an a bundle o' jock;An aw ...
If at hooam yo have to tew, Though yor comforts may be few,An yo think yore lot is hard, and yor ...
Home, Sweet Home. I'm a Bedfordshire Chap, and Bill Stumps is my name, And to tell it don't give me ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
I niver heerd its name; we call it just "Our beck." Mebbe, there's bigger streams down Ripon way; ...
Owd Moxy wrowt hard for his morsil o' breead, An' to keep up his courage he'd sing, Tho' Time ...
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones, He had this pint about him: He'd swear with a hundred sighs ...
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