The Mulberry Tree (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mindAs I think of my childhood so long left behind;The home ...
It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mindAs I think of my childhood so long left behind;The home ...
DAYS git wa'm and wa'mah,School gits mighty dull,Seems lak dese hyeah teachahsMus' feel mussiful.Hookey's wrong, I know itAin't no gent'man's ...
No, dere ain't no use er workin' in de blazin' summertime,Whin de fruit hab filled de orchard, an' de burries ...
Before the war, she sighs. "Before the war." Then blinks 'er eyes, an' tries to work a smile."Ole scenes," she ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the ...
So, they've struck their streak o' trouble, an' they got it in the neck,An' there's more than one ole pal ...
An old western town lay asleep in the sunOf a long summer day that was then almost done.The shadows were ...
In Dennis O'Halloran's bar-room, down by Newcastle pier,(Was ever ye down to Newcastle, lad?), I was sittin' drinkin' a beer,An' ...
Here in the flamin' thick of thick of things, With Death across the way, 'n' traps What little Fritz ...
Fisherman Jim lived on the hillWith his bonnie wife an' his little boys;'T wuz "Blow, ye winds, as blow ye ...
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a' an' a', Wi' a hundred pipers an' a' an' a';We'll up an' gie them ...
Desert blue and silver in the still moonshine,Coyote yappin' lazy on the hill,Sleepy winks of lightnin' down the far sky ...
Wavin' corn upon the hillside,Twinklin' daisies on the rise,Mystic bushes across the ranges,Wattle in its spring-time guise,Stately gums that mark ...
She ain't inclined to'rds lots o' thingsThat eastern gals can do up brown;She don't wear jewelry and rings,Like them swell ...
The other night 'bout two o'clock, or maybe it was three,An elephant with shining tusks came chasing after me.His trunk ...
The hills in the Hielands are bonnie, Wi' the licht an' the shadow at play;An' the winds that mak' redder ...
"I want to be a brakeman, Dog gone!Legs hangin' over the edge of a flat car,Train goin' 'bout twenty-five miles ...
The Green Hunters went ridin';They swept down the nightThrough hollows of shadowAn' pools of moonlight;Their steeds' shoes of soft silver,They ...
Fisherman Jim lived on the hill With his bonnie wife an' his little boys; 'T wuz "Blow, ye winds, as ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
Tell you what I like the best -- 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the ...
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