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A lonely soul . . . According to… She has lived on, mid all our worl… Thro’ that procession of mad days… That most men lay to waste, and ca… And men have smiled a little, too,…
Mr Jeremiah Jeffers Owned a pair of spotted heifers These he sold for two pounds ten To Mr Robert Raymond Wren Who reared them in the lucerne pad…
1. ANTE-ELECTIONS Now, a cove the name of Blabb, a… He’s a haughty sort o’ high pan-ja… An’ he holds a very dignified posi… As the member for the districk whe…
In olden days the Old White Hors… Stood brave against the sky; And ne’er a teamster shaped his co… To pass the good inn by. Far shone its lights o’ winter nig…
‘Taint my idea uv argument to call… An’ I ain’t lookin’ round for bri… But when ’e gets disputin’ 'e’s in… It ain’t so much ‘is choice uv wor… ‘E’s sich a coot for takin’ sides,…
Noo, ye ken, we’ll see 'em agen, Waggling doon the street, While the baton twirls an’ the pip… To the beat of the marching feet. Left– right– glimmerin’ bright,
’Twas a hell of a Hell they glimp… In superstitious days When cultured man had scarce begun To shed barbaric ways: With gridirons set above the flame
Ah, prithee friend, if thou has ou… Of love and kind regard for me Tell not you bore the stories drol… That yesternight I told to thee. Nor tell him stories of thine own,
When dandelions star the fields Another alien singer, I, Nursed upon England’s flowery wea… Seeking no tithe of treasured yiel… dropp sudden from a summer sky
Now, a visitor from somewhere righ… Do not ask me where he came from,… For he might have been an angel, o… Or from any of the other of the fi… As regards his mental make-up he w…
Here in my garden at the long day’… I sing again her Majesty the Rose… The Rose who can with magic most… Bring worshippers again about her… Forsaking other loves, who, thro’…
Ow! Wow! Wow! (Funeral note sustained by flutes,… short-legged, large-headed dog in… Ow! Wow! We are the people who make the row…
The throstle now in English lanes Bids Summer strew her dear deligh… But we, intent on cricket gains, Watch well our valiant willow knig… With eager eyes on cabled news,
Now, Ma-til-der! Ain’t cher dres… Last as ushul. Move yerself, you… Are you goin’ to lie there lazin’, W’ile I—Nell, put down that basin… Go an’ see if Bill has got the po…
Behold, I built a fowlhouse in my… Two months agone the great work wa… And ev’ry eventide I labored hard… What time my daily office grind wa… ’Tis to my industry a monument,