The Men behind the Guns (John Jerome Rooney Poems)
A cheer and salute for the Admiral, and here 's to the Captain bold, And never forget the Commodore's debt ...
A cheer and salute for the Admiral, and here 's to the Captain bold, And never forget the Commodore's debt ...
We are gathered here a feeble few Of those who wore the gray—The larger and the better part Have mingled with the ...
Says Stonewall Jackson to "Little Phil": "Phil, have you heard the news?Why, our 'Joe' Wheeler — 'Fighting Joe' — has ...
DER FADER UND DER SON.I DINKS I'll go a vightin'" - outshpoke der Breitemann. "It's eighdeen hoonderd fordy-eight since I ...
In Daly's Bar, when night is come, and the lighted gas-lamps glow,All red and gold the drinks do shine, and ...
WE have other tales for telling, we have other songs to sing, Who have looped the planet's waters in a ...
VEN de winter make oos shifer Und de bonds is froze mit ice, To shlide und shkate on de rifer, ...
Now 'ere's a yarn as is true, said Dan, "An' you can't say that o' most:I was in the packet ...
Wherever British drumbeats sound,Unending 'round the world; Wherever in some land new-found,Our starry flag's unfurled; Where'er the sun is known ...
We condemn, with hot curses, the Hun For his piracy, perjury, pride, For his nameless atrocities done, ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the ports From Mississip to Clyde, ...
Snow fell in the night. At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish mounded softness where the Honda was. Cat fed ...
They, whoever they are, say you should eat a good hot breakfast I don't think they had this in mind ...
I Who would be A merman gay, Singing alone, Sitting alone, With a mermaid's knee, For instance--hey-- For a throne? ...
It's okay if the world goes with Venetian; Who cares what Italians don't see?-- Or with Man's Bluff (a temporary ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging, continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten veins of fire deep in the earth ...
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