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)
O I forbid you, maidens a',That wear gowd on your hair,To come or gae by Carterhaugh,For young Tam Lin is ...
Oh! he's nothing but a soldier,But he's coming here tonight,For I saw him pass this morning,With his uniform so bright.He ...
Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwillingO'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ...
I. O wild kaleidoscopic panorama of jaculatory arms and legs. The twisting, twining, turning, tussling, throwing, thrusting, throttling, tugging, thumping, the tightening thews. The tearing of tangled trousers, the jut of giant calves protuberant. The wriggleness, the wormlike, snaky movement and life of it; The insertion of strong men in the mud, the wallowing, the stamping with thick shoes; The rowdyism, and élan, the slugging and scraping, the cowboy Homeric ferocity. (Ah, well kicked, red legs! Hit her up, you muddy little hero, you!) The bleeding noses, the shins, the knuckles abraded: That's the way to make men! Go it, you border ruffians, I like ye.II. Only two sorts of men are any good, I wouldn't give a cotton hat for no other — The Poet and the Plug Ugly. They are picturesque. O, but ain't they? These college chaps, these bouncing fighters from M'Gill and Toronto, Are all right. I must have a fighter, a bully, somewhat of a desperado; Of course, I prefer them raw, uneducated, unspoiled by book rot; I reckon these young fellows, these howling Kickapoos of the puddle, these boys, Have been uneducated to an undemocratic and feudal-aristocratic extent; Lord! how they can kick, though! Another man slugged there!III. Unnumbered festoons of pretty Canadian girls, I salute you; Howl away, you non-playing encouragers of the kickers! Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, M'Gill! Rah, Rah, Rah, Sis, Boom, Toronto! Lusty-throated give it! O, wild, tumultuous, multitudinous shindy. Well, this is the boss; This is worth coming twenty miles to see. Personally, I haven't had so much fun since I was vaccinated. I wonder if the Doctor spectates it. Here is something beyond his plesiosauri. Pure physical glow and exultation this of abundantest muscle: I wish John Sullivan were here.IV. O, the kicking, stamping, punching, the gore and the glory of battle! Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick. Will you kick! You kickers, scoop up the mud, steam plough the field, Fall all over yourselves, squirm out! Look at that pile-driver of a full-back there! Run, leg it, hang on to the ball; say, you big chump, don't you kill that little chap When you are about it. Well, I'd like to know what a touch down is, then? Draw? Where's your draw? Yer lie!(Anonymous Americas)
The stars were bright, the breeze was still,The cicada and the whippoorwill,Alone disturbed the scene;A streamlet down the dark ravine,Hasted ...
The little Man, and tiny Maid,Who love the Fairies in the glade,Who see them in the tangled grassThe Gnomes and ...
O Waly, waly, up the bank, O wary, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae! I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree, But first it bow'd and syne it brak',— Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, but love be bonnie A little time while it is new! But when its auld it waxeth cauld, And fadeth awa' like the morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair. Noo Arthur's seat sall be my bed. The sheets sall neir be press'd by me; Saint Anton's well sall be my drink; Since my true love's forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree? O gentle death, when wilt thou come? For of my life I am wearie. 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing-snaw's inclemencie, 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry; But my love's heart grown cauld to me. Whan we cam' in by Glasgow toun, We were a comely sicht to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, An' I mysel' in cramasie. But had I wist before I kiss'd That love had been so ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case o' goud, And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin. Oh, oh! if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse's knee; And I mysel' were dead and gane, And the green grass growing over me!(Anonymous Americas)
In good King Charles's golden days, When loyalty no harm meant; A furious High-Church man ...
Now God alone that made all things, Heaven and earth and all that's in, The ships ...
How sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells!Each one its creed in music tellsIn tones that float upon the airAs ...
I was bat seven year alld Fan my mider she did dee, My father marr{.e}d the ae ...
Alas! the weary hours pass slow, The night is very dark and still;And in the marshes far below ...
I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day, on Christmas day; I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day in the morning. And what was in those ships all three, On Christmas day, on Christmas day? And what was in those ships all three, On Christmas day in the morning? Our Saviour Christ and his lady, On Christmas day, on Christmas day; Our Saviour Christ and his lady, On Christmas day in the morning. Pray whither sailed those ships all three, On Christmas day, on Christmas day? Pray whither sailed those ships all three, On Christmas day in the morning? O they sailed into Bethlehem, On Christmas day, on Christmas day; O they sailed into Bethlehem, On Christmas day in the morning. And all the bells on earth shall ring, On Christmas day, on Christmas day; And all the bells on earth shall ring, On Christmas day in the morning. And all the Angels in Heaven shall sing, On Christmas day, on Christmas day; And all the Angels in Heaven shall sing, On Christmas day in the morning. And all the Souls on Earth shall sing, On Christmas day, on Christmas day; And all the Souls on Earth shall sing, On Christmas day in the morning. Then let us all rejoice amain, On Christmas day, on Christmas day; Then let us all rejoice amain, On Christmas day in the morning.(Anonymous Americas)
… Whan bells war rung, an mass was sung, A wat a' man to bed were gone, Clark ...
Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses, Turn the key on your jewels today,And the wealth of your tendril-like tresses Braid ...
Now, this is number one, And the fun has just begun. Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again. Roll me over, in the clover, Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again. Now, this is number two, And he's got me in a stew. Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again. Now, this is number three, And his hand is on my knee. Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again. Now, this is number four, And he's got me on the floor. Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again. Now, this is number five, And his hand is on my thigh. Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again. Now, this is number six, And he's got me in a fix. Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again. Now, this is number seven, And it's just like being in heaven. Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again. Now, this is number eight, And the doctor's at the gate. Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again. Now, this is number nine, And the twins are doing fine. Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again. Now, this is number ten, And he's started once again. Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again.(Anonymous Americas)
O, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come To set de people free; An' massa tink it day ob ...
In Scotland there was a babie born, Lill lal, etc. And his name it was ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,Having drunk so much he could drink no more;So he fell asleep ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he ...
Farewell! we must part; we have turned from the landOf our cold-hearted brother, with tyrannous hand,Who assumed all our rights ...
A barefooted child on the crossing,Sweeping the mud away,A lady in silks and diamonds,Proud of the vain display;A beggar blind ...
Tis a cheerless, lonesome eveningWhen the soaking, sodden groundWill not echo to the footfallof the sentinel's dull round.God's blue star-spangled ...
The first Nowell the Angel did say Was to three poor Shepherds in the fields as they lay; ...
MY son, at last the fateful day has come For us to part. The hours have nearly run.May God ...
Mademoiselle from Armenti?res, Parley-voo? Mademoiselle from Armenti?res, Parley-voo? Mademoiselle from Armenti?res, She hasn't been kissed in forty years, Hinky, dinky, ...
Now sit thee down, Melpomene, Wrapp'd in a sea-coal robe, And tell the doleful tragedy ...
God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born upon ...
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