The Peter-Bird (Eugene Field Poems)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble doteEz to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,Our old ...
Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,When the money flowed like likker, 'nd ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith,There used to live a pretty girl whose name was ...
Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go To see the dazzling splendors of a ...
Friend, by the way you hump yourself you're from the States, I know, And born in old Mizzourah, where the ...
My books are on their shelves againAnd clouds lie low with mist and rain.Afar the Arno murmurs lowThe tale of ...
As beats the sun from mountain crest, With "pretty, pretty", Cometh the partridge from her nest; The flowers ...
IOnce a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came;Full of skill was he and heartless In pursuit of ...
Oh, for the honest, blithesome times Of bosky Sherwood long ago, When Allen trolled ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks,That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;Then it's ...
Give me my bow, said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me;And where 't is shot mark thou that spot, ...
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree,And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" -A very provoking, ...
I once knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees;For every flower I had a name— ...
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander,I will lead you away ...
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing,When bee and bud and babbling flood Bespeak the birth of ...
When baby wakes of mornings,Then it's wake, ye people all!For another dayOf song and playHas come at our darling's call!And, ...
A sunbeam comes a-creepingInto my dear one's nest,And sings to our babe a-sleepingThe song that I love the best:"'T is ...
I Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes; ...
When baby wakes of mornings, Then it's wake, ye people all! For another day Of song and play Has come ...
"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou that ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
I once knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a ...
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" - A ...
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling flood Bespeak the birth ...
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