A Drunken A.B. (James Ephraim McGirt Poems)
One cold wet winter eveningI was hurrying to my home,I passed a drunkard lying in the mire;The sleet was falling ...
One cold wet winter eveningI was hurrying to my home,I passed a drunkard lying in the mire;The sleet was falling ...
'Twas here the fort of Spain did stand,The strongest post of all the land;And when we entered in the bay,The ...
My dear old home's not like it used to be,Since my dear old mother died;Sunshine from it has passed away,The ...
From the land of AfricaComes a faint cry:"Send us the Gospel-To save ere we die."Dying unconsciousOf a heavenly homeWe know ...
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