(Wordsworth)
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For a season there must be pain— For a little, little space I shall lose the sight of her face… Take back the old life again While She is at rest in her place…
'LESS you want your toes trod of… For the bullocks are walking two b… The byles are walking two by two, And the elephants bring the guns. Ho! Yuss!
TO THE legion of the lost ones,… To my brethren in their sorrow ove… Sings a gentleman of England clea… And a trooper of the Empress, if… Yea, a trooper of the forces who h…
BUY my English posies Kent and Surrey may Violets of the Undercliff Wet with Channel spray; Cowslips from a Devon combe
WHEN the ‘arf—made recruity goes… ’E acts like a babe an’ 'e drinks… An’ ‘e wonders because ’e is frequ… Ere 'e’s fit for to serve as a sol… Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
THE Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each— This from her mountain—side, That from her burthened beach. They count their ships full tale—
AS our mother the Frigate, bepain… Made play for her bully the Ship… So we, her bold daughters by iron… Accost and destroy to our masters’… For this is our virtue —to spy and…
The men that fought at Minden, th… So was them that fought at Waterl… All the 'ole command, yuss, from… They was once dam’ sweeps like you… Then do not be discouraged, ‘Eave…
HEH! Walk her round. Heave, ah h… Over, snatch her over, there, and… Loose all sail, and brace your yar… Ready jib to pay her off and heave… Well, ah fare you well; we can sta…
You couldn’t pack a Broadwood hal… You mustn’t leave a fiddle in the… You couldn’t raft an organ up the… And play it in an Equatorial swam… I travel with the cooking-pots and…
’TWIXT my house and thy house th… In thy house or my house is half t… By my house and thy house hangs al… On thy house and my house lies hal… For my house and thy house no help…
CAIN and Abel were brothers born… (Koop—la! Come along, cows!) One raised cattle and one raised c… (Koop—la! Come along! Co—hoe!) And Cain he farmed by the river—s…
Nothing in life has been made by m… But it was shown long since to man… Lost as the name of the maker of i… Who received oppression and shame… Hate, avoidance, and scorn in his…
DIM dawn behind the tamarisks—the… As the women in the village grind… And the parrots seek the riverside… That the Day, the staring Eastern… Oh the white dust on the highway!…
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for… Whatever I may here disclaim, The very clever folk I sing to