Th’ State O’ Th’ Poll. A Nop Tickle Illusion (John Hartley Poems)
Sal Sanguine wor a bonny lass, Ov that yo may be sewer;Shoo had her trubbles tho', alas! An th' biggest wor her ...
Sal Sanguine wor a bonny lass, Ov that yo may be sewer;Shoo had her trubbles tho', alas! An th' biggest wor her ...
Dear little Alice lay dying;-- I see her as if 'twas to-day,And we stood round her snowy bed, crying, And watching her ...
Who'd be a slave, when Freedom smiling stands, To strike the gyves from of his fettered hands? Who'd be a slave, and ...
Sweet, drooping, azure tinted bells, How dear you are; Bringing the scent of shady dells, To me from far;Telling of spring and gladsome ...
Sing on, tha bonny burd, sing on, sing on; Aw connot sing;A claad hings ovver me, do what aw con Fresh troubles ...
Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Just a word i' thi ear,-- Aw hooap we shall net disagree;But aw'm foorced to admit as aw watch ...
Let us have a jolly spree, An' wi' joy an' harmonie, Let the merry moments flee, For mi love's come back. O, the days ...
Let us have a jolly spree,An wi' joy an harmonie,Let the merry moments flee, For mi love's come back.O, the days ...
My Polly's varry bonny, Her een are black an breet;They shine under her raven locks, Like stars i'th' dark o'th' neet.Her little ...
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