I WANT to go home,
I don’t want to go in the trenches no more,Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel they whistle and roar.Take me over the seaWhere the Alleyman can’t get at me.Oh my,I don’t want to die,I want to go home.
Anonymous Americas
In a little log house in Ole Wirginny,
Dare massas flog’ em berry little –But gib dem plenty work and wittle.Ole Massa Jim, real clebber body,Ebbery day he gib dem toddy,An’ wen de sun fall in de ribber,Dey stop de work – an’ res de libber.Chah! chah! dat de wayDe niggas spen’ de night an’ day.At night dey gadder round de fireTo ta’k…
Let waiting throngs now lift their voices,
While every gentle tongue rejoices,And each bold heart is filled with cheer;The slave has seen the Northern star,He’ll soon be free, hurrah, hurrah!Though many still are writhing underThe cruel whips of ‘chevaliers,’Who mothers from their children sunder,And scourge them for their helpless tears-Their safe deliverance is not far!The day draws nigh!-hurrah, hurrah!Just ere the dawn…
Lenten ys come with love to toun{.e},
That al this bliss{.e} bryngeth;Dayes-ey{.e}s in this dal{.e}s;Not{.e}s suete of nyht{.e}gal{.e}s;Uch foul song singeth.The threstelcoc him threteth oo;Away is huer{.e} wynter woo,When woderov{.e} springeth.This foul{.e}s singeth ferly fel{.e},And wlyteth on huere wynter wel{.e},That al the wod{.e} ryngeth.The ros{.e} rayleth hir{.e} rode;The lev{.e}s on the lyht{.e} wod{.e}Waxen al with will{.e}.The mon{.e} mandeth hir{.e} bleo;The lili{.e} is…
All night I muse, all day I cry,
Yet still I wish, though still deny,Ay me!I sigh, I mourn, and say that stillI only live my joys to kill,Ay me !I feed the pain that on me feeds,Ay me!My wound I stop not, though it bleeds,Ay me!Heart, be content, it must be so,For springs were made to overflow,Ay me!Then sigh and weep, and…
Must I die so soon? ah, far away
A little group waits patientlyTill this sad war is o’er;A little face is often pressedAgainst the window pane,Oh, chaplain only tell me thisShall I see my boy again?Must I never press close to my heartThe rings of shining hair,Or listen to my bright-eyed childWhisper his evening prayer,Shall I never hear his bounding stepAcross the cottage…
A barefooted child on the crossing,
A lady in silks and diamonds,Proud of the vain display;A beggar blind on the curbstone,A rich man passing along;A tiny child with a tambourineWailing out her life in song.A pauper in lone hearse passing,Hurried away to the tomb;A train of carriages, music grand,And the flutter of waving plume.For the one there is never a mourner,He…
Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
He bare him up, he bare him down,He bare him into an orchard brown.In that orchard there was an halleThat hanged with purpill and pall.And in that hall there was a bede;It was hanged with gold so rede.And in that bed there lithe a knight,His woundes bleding day and night.By that bede side kneleth a…
Eternal Time, that wastest without waste,
Most slow of all, and yet of greatest haste;Both ill and good, and neither good nor ill:How can I justly praise thee, or dispraise?Dark are thy nights, but bright and clear thy days.Both free and scarce, thou giv’st and tak’st again;Thy womb that all doth breed, is tomb to all;What so by thee hath life,…
In good King Charles’s golden days,
A furious High-Church man I was,And so I gain’d preferment.Unto my flock I daily preach’d,Kings are by God appointed,And damn’d are those who dare resist,Or touch the Lord’s anointed.And this is law, I will maintainUnto my dying day, sir,That whatsoever king shall reign,I will be Vicar of Bray, sir!When Royal James possess’d the crown,And popery…