Me an' the old road, goin' along together,The old road listenin'—talkin' through the leather.Friends? Why, we are cobbers, the old ...
It's all very well these 'ere blessed flim-flammers — These 'ere bloomin' OMERS an' suchlikeWritin' books about the ol' ...
Sportin' death! My word it was! An' taken in a sportin' way. Mind you, I wasn't there to see; I ...
The chuck wagon trailer had just got his cardTo attend the spring round up. He stood in the yardAnd studied ...
A convalescin' woman does the strangest sort o' things,An' it's wonderful the courage that a little new strength brings;O, it's ...
Knockin' about (said Benny, the Tough) By the Rocks an' Woolloomooloo,Oh, I was a low-brow, right enough, And a bit ...
There's a town I know in Flanders, an' there ain't much else to say,But it's pretty much like most towns ...
Yes, he used to be a cow hoss that was young and strong and fleetNow he stands alone, forgotten, in ...
San' man frae the quarry hole, Bring a pouk o' san';Stan' ahint my back, an' tak' A neivefu' in your ...
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, ...
The corn was turnin', hairs t was near,But lang afore the scythes could startA sough o'war gaed through the landAn' ...
The sodden slopes are turnin' greenWhere grassy shoots are peepin' out'The purtiest site you ever seen--It makes a cowman want ...
There's a dark an' dirty wineshop on a waterfront I know,An' a cross-eyed Dago keeps it — or he kep' ...
THERE isn't a tree to be seen fra' wheer I am writin',There isn't a beck to be heard or sang ...
Hot youth ever is a ranger, New scenes ever its desire; Cauld Eild, doubtfu' o' the stranger, Thinks but o' ...
There was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot, Nor any o' the Guns I knew; An' because it was ...
Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, ...
WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair? Chorus.-Buy braw troggin frae ...
Come round me, little childer; There, don't fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll ...
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