The stoddards (Eugene Field Poem)
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes; ...
I looked in the brook and saw a face - Heigh-ho, but a child was I! There were rushes and ...
Star of the East, that long ago Brought wise men on their way Where, angels singing to and fro, The ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
Hush, little one, and fold your hands; The sun hath set, the moon is high; The sea is singing to ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is ...
The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere, While like winged spirits, here and there, The ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter ...
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