O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights

For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes

O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of

God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals

I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor

Thou dear jack frost To this freeze Thy hands and toes To look outside by the Frozen window pane

The sails were full and a fair win… Blows, and the English Dutch flee… Mast show. As to fast away Plymouth to the w… Cliffs of Dover, the HMS ship th…

Yet you know upon you To let me suffer the pain The hurtfull strain in the Rain. Humilinate does you know sad

Ah. let the sweet angels Dream. Keep his eye lids on thy Pillow, Fever make us all thin and

Gapes around the silent arena Tis inside bugle trumpets bull ca… Tis of wild angry soundings foot Bounds and spurns the angry mighty Brute, first run in the sand pit,…

It is I write a few lines Of a poets story of thy Times We all like Mr chimes Who drinks gin on the

The sweet smell of flowers Lies in the wet dewy grass Upon they wake of the dawn Of the day From dawn to dust they

I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so