And I mon waxe wod;
Mulch sorwe I walke with
For best of bon and blod.
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The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-lingFor you but not for me.O death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling,O Grave, thy victor-ee?The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling,For you but not for me.
God and the soldier
In time of trouble,And no more;For when war is overAnd all things righted,God is neglected –The old soldier slighted.
‘Oh! he’s nothing but a soldier,’
For I saw him pass this morning,With his uniform so bright.He was coming in from picket,Whilst he sung a sweet refrain,And he kissed his hand at some onePeeping through the window pane.Ah! he rode no dashing charger‘With a black and flowing mane,’But his bayonet glistened brightly,As the sun lit up the plain.No waving plume or…
Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
Mademoiselle from Armentières,She hasn’t been kissed in forty years,Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?She had the form like the back of a hack,When she cried the tears ran down her back,Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?She never could hold the love of man‘Cause she took her baths in a…
Who are the men that clamor most
And who Jeff Davis sometimes toast?The Copperheads.Who, when by wretched whiskey tight,Hiss out in rage their venomed spite,Who crawl and sting, but never fight?The Copperheads.Who hold peace meetings, where they passLengthy resolves of wind and gas,Much like the bray of Balaam’s ass?The Copperheads.Who, when false faction is forgot,When patriots keep a common thought,Have discord and…
If I live to be old, for I find I go down,
May I have a warm house, with a stone at the gate,And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate.May I govern my passion with an absolute sway,And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away,Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.Near a shady grove, and a murmuring brook,With the ocean at…
And I mon waxe wod;
Mulch sorwe I walke with
For best of bon and blod.
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GIVE place, you ladies, and begone!
For here at hand approacheth oneWhose face will stain you all.The virtue of her lively looksExcels the precious stone;I wish to have none other booksTo read or look upon.In each of her two crystal eyesSmileth a naked boy;It would you all in heart sufficeTo see that lamp of joy.I think Nature hath lost the mouldWhere…
In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,
Hit is full mery in feyre foresteTo here the foulys song,To se the dere draw to the dale,And leve the hilles hee,And shadow hem in the leves grene,Under the grene wode tre.Hit befel on WhitsonErly in a May mornyng,The son up feyre can shyne,And the briddis mery can syng.‘This is a mery mornyng,’ seid Litull…
When as King Henry rulde this land,
Besides the queene, he dearly lovdeA faire and comely dame.Most peerlesse was her beautye founde,Her favour, and her face;A sweeter creature in this worldeCould never prince embrace.Her crisped lockes lie threads of golde,Appeard to each mans sight;Her sparkling eyes, like Orient pearles,Did cast a heavenlye light.The blood within her crystal cheekesDid such a colour drive,As…
Gil Morrice was an erles son,
It was nae for his great riches,Nor zet was mickle pride;Bot it was for a lady gay,That livd on Carron side.‘Quhair sall I get a bonny boy,That will win hose and shoen;That will gae to Lord Barnard’s ha’,And bid his lady cum?And ze maun rin my errand, Willie,And ze may rin wi’ pride;Quhen other boys…
MY heart is high above, my body is full of bliss,
I luve my lady pure and she luvis me again,I am her serviture, she is my soverane;She is my very heart, I am her howp and heill,She is my joy invart, I am her luvar leal;I am her bond and thrall, she is at my command;I am perpetual her man, both foot and hand;The thing…
As it fell out on a highe holye daye,
When young men and maides together do goe,Their masses and matins to heare,Little Musgrave came to the church door,The priest was at the mass;But he had more mind of the fine women,Then he had of our Ladyes grace.And some of them were clad in greene,And others were clad in pall;And then came in my Lord…