The Ancient Banner (Anonymous Americas Poems)
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
There were twa sisters sat in a bow'r; (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) A knight cam' there, a noble wooer, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. He courted the eldest wi' glove and ring, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) But he lo'ed the youngest aboon a' thing, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. The eldest she was vexed sair, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) And sair envìed her sister fair, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. Upon a morning fair and clear, (Binnorie, O Binnorie !) She cried upon her sister dear, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. `O sister, sister, tak' my hand,' (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) `And let's go down to the river-strand,' By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. She's ta'en her by the lily hand, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) And down they went to the river-strand By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. The youngest stood upon a stane, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) The eldest cam' and pushed her in, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. 'O sister, sister, reach your hand!' (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) 'And ye sall be heir o' half my land'— By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. 'O sister, reach me but your glove!' (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) 'And sweet William sall be your love'— By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) Till she cam' to the mouth o' yon mill-dam, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie Out then cam' the miller's son (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) And saw the fair maid swimmin' in, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. 'O father, father, draw your dam!' (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) 'There's either a mermaid or a swan,' By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. The miller quickly drew the dam, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) And there he found a drown'd womàn, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. Round about her middle sma' (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) There went a gouden girdle bra' By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. All amang her yellow hair (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) A string o' pearls was twisted rare, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. On her fingers lily-white, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) The jewel-rings were shining bright, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. And by there cam' a harper fine, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) Harpèd to nobles when they dine, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. And when he looked that lady on, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) He sigh'd and made a heavy moan, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. He's ta'en three locks o' her yellow hair, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) And wi' them strung his harp sae rare, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. He went into her father's hall, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) And played his harp before them all, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. And sune the harp sang loud and clear, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) `Fareweel, my father and mither dear!' By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. And neist when the harp began to sing, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) 'Twas 'Fareweel, sweetheart!' said the string, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie. And then as plain as plain could be, (Binnorie, O Binnorie!) 'There sits my sister wha drownèd me! By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie.'(Anonymous Americas)
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MY son, at last the fateful day has come For us to part. The hours have nearly run.May God ...
God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born upon ...
Quick, fly to the covert, thou hunted of men!For the bloodhounds are baying o'er mountain and glen;The riders are mounted, ...
Five Zouaves killed! — one thousand in all — Five from a thousand? Then he may be one.If in ...
It is asserted, on the authority of an American Newspaper, that thedaughter of Thomas Jefferson, late President of the United ...
Rebels! 't is a holy name! The name our fathers bore,When battling in the cause of Right,Against the tyrant ...
You go, my son, to the battle-field To repel the invading foe; 'Mid its fiercest conflicts never yield Till death ...
I wish I had a barrel of rumand sugar three hundred pound.I'd put it in the College belland stir it ...
Spirit of Freemen, wake;No truce with Slavery make,Thy deadly foe;In fair disguises dressed,Too long hast thou caress'dThe serpent in thy ...
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