I don’t want to go in the trenches no more,
Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel they whistle and roar.
Take me over the sea
Where the Alleyman can’t get at me.
Oh my,
I don’t want to die,
I want to go home.
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Moo, moo, brown cow
Yes miss, three jugs smooth as silk.One for you,And one for me,And one for the little catWho sits in the tree.
FAIN would I change that note
Long, long to sing by rote,Fancying that that harm’d me:Yet when this thought doth come,‘Love is the perfect sumOf all delight,’I have no other choiceEither for pen or voiceTo sing or write.O Love! they wrong thee muchThat say thy sweet is bitter,When thy rich fruit is suchAs nothing can be sweeter.Fair house of joy and…
There is a Miracle called Friendship
and you don’t know how it happensor when it even starts.But the happiness it brings youalways gives a special liftand you realize thatFriendshipis God’s most precious gift.
My one, the sister without peer,
She looks like the rising morning starAt the start of a happy year.Shining bright, fair of skin,Lovely the look of her eyes,Sweet the speech of her lips,She has not a word too much.Upright neck, shining breast,Hair true lapis lazuli;Arms surpassing gold,Fingers like lotus buds.Heavy thighs, narrow waist,Her legs parade her beauty;With graceful step she treads…
OVER the mountains
Under the fountainsAnd under the graves;Under floods that are deepest,Which Neptune obey,Over rocks that are steepest,Love will find out the way.When there is no placeFor the glow-worm to lie,When there is no spaceFor receipt of a fly;When the midge dares not ventureLest herself fast she lay,If Love come, he will enterAnd will find out the…
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.
I don’t want to go in the trenches no more,
Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel they whistle and roar.
Take me over the sea
Where the Alleyman can’t get at me.
Oh my,
I don’t want to die,
I want to go home.
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Yes! raise me on your arm, Dick Dale,
And let me of the glad earth takeOne last and lingering view.When yet a few brief moments moreOf this flittering hour have fled,You’ll shed an old friend’s tear, Dick Dale,Above your comrade’s head.We fought together, side by side,In many a bloody fray,From Malvern Hill’s dark hour of strife,To fierce Antietam’s day.And when again the ‘long…
O, when the poar pris’ner is put in the jaile,
With a great long chane he is bound to the floor,And dam thear mean soles thay can do nothing more.Our beds are maid of old rotten rugs,And when you lay down you are covered with bugs;The rugs they will swear they will never give bail,And you’re bound to get lousy in Vicksburg Jale.In the morning…
As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day,
I beheld all the stars as so sweetly they lay,And but one fixed my heart or my eye.Shine on, northern star, thou’rt beautiful and brightTo the slave on his journey afar;For he speeds from his foes in the darkness of night,Guided on by thy light, freedom’s star.On thee he depends when he threads the dark…
Beauty sat bathing by a spring,
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,The cool streams ran beside her.My wanton thoughts enticed mine eyeTo see what was forbidden:But better memory said, fie!So, vain desire was chidden.Hey nonny nonny O!Hey nonny nonny!Into a slumber then I fell,When fond imaginationSeemed to see, but could not tell,Her feature or her fashion.But ev’n as babes…
Now sit thee down, Melpomene,
And tell the doleful tragedyThat late was play’d at Globe;For no man that can sing and sayBut was scar’d on St. Peter’s Day.Oh sorrow, pitiful sorrow, and yet all this is true.All you that please to understand,Come listen to my story,To see Death with his raking brand‘Mongst such an auditory;Regarding neither Cardinal’s might,Nor yet the…
Feebly the bondman toiled,
Then to his wretched cotMournfully crept;How doth his free-born soulPine ‘neath his chain!Slavery! Slavery!Dark is thy reign.Long ere the break of day,Roused from repose,Wearily toilingTill after its close-Praying for freedom,He spends his last breath:Liberty! Liberty!Give me or death.When, when, O Lord! will rightTriumph o’er wrong?Tyrants oppress the weak,O Lord! how long?Hark! hark! a peal resoundsFrom…