Peevish Poll (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've heeard ov Mary Mischief, An aw've read ov Natterin Nan;An aw've known a Grumlin Judy, An a cross-grained Sarah Ann;But wi' ...
Aw've heeard ov Mary Mischief, An aw've read ov Natterin Nan;An aw've known a Grumlin Judy, An a cross-grained Sarah Ann;But wi' ...
Sure, Felix McCarty he lived all aloneOn the top av a hill be the town av Athione,And the pride av ...
A'a! it's grand to ha' plenty o' brass! It's grand to be able to spendA trifle sometimes on a glass For yorsen, ...
Life's pathway is full o' deep ruts, An we mun tak gooid heed lest we stumble;Man is made up of "ifs" ...
Aw'm wearily trudgin throo mire an weet, For aw've finished another day's wark;An welcome to me is that flickerin leet, 'At shines ...
Lookin' out across the water when 'tis dark as dark can be,When there's not a whiff o' wind to break ...
He's struttin' sho ernuff,Wearin' a lady's muffEn' ways erpon his head,Red coat ob reddest red,Purtty white satin ves',Gole braid ercross ...
Into our townlan' on a night of snowrode a man from God knows where; None of us bade him stay ...
It was up in the Bad Lands, I was rangin' alone,I first heard of this cayuse, The Ridge Runnin' Roan.He ...
Hoo cantie was I in my youth, Afore I ever thocht to range,Or leave my hame, an' be, in sooth, ...
Where have the old accorjins gone? I was askin' the coves at the Show;Matt from the Mallee an' Dandenong Don, ...
Once I dremt while I was sleepin'That the earth had passed away,And the boss of all creationMade a work on ...
The cowboy ain't no dandyWhen it comes to wearin' clo'es;But when he trails to the city,He'll go as other folks ...
Air — "Hey tutti taiti."I'm wearin' awa', JohnLike snaw-wreaths in thaw, John,I'm wearin' awa' To the land o' the leal.There ...
Now most old cow punchers don't take off their hat,They nacherlly wear 'em wherever they're at.There ain't nothin' he really ...
You a-wantin' me,Me a-wantin' you!What's we waitin' for?Life is wearin' through.What's we waitin' for,Lookin' still and sad?Life ain't watchin' round,Hopin' ...
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, And dunno if my legs or back or ...
Now up and down the siding brown The great black crows are flyin', And down below the spur, I know, ...
Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea: 'Ere's September come again -- the six-year men are free. O leave the dead ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
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