Anonymous

If you evah go to Houston,

May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

You better not gamble
And you better not fight.
T. Bentley will arrest you,
He’ll surely take you down;
Judge Nelson’ll sentence you,
Then you’re jailhouse bound.
O let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a evah lovin’ light on me!
Every Monday mawnin’,
When the ding-dong rings,
You go to the table,
See the same damn things;
And on the table,
There’s a knife an’ pan,
Say anything about it,
Have trouble with a man.
O let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a evah lovin’ light on me!
Yondah come Miss Rosy;
Oh, how do you know?
By th’ umbrella on her shoulder
An’ the dress that she woah!
Straw hat on her head,
Piece of paper in her hand,
Says, ‘Look here, Mr. Jailer,
I wants my life-time man.’
O let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a evah lovin’ light on me!

Anonymous

‘If all the world were paper

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

If all the trees were bread and cheeseWhat would we do for drink?If all the world were sand O,Oh then what should we lack O,if as they say there were no clayHow should we take Tobacco?If all our vessels ran-a,If none but had a crack-a,If Spanish apes ate all the grapesHow should we do for…

Anonymous

When you startle awake in the dark morning

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

sitting bolt upright staring intodark whirlpool black holefeeling its suctionGet out of bedknock at the door of your nearest friendask to lie down ask to be heldListen while whispered wordsturn the hole into deep night skystars close togetherwinter moon rising over white fieldsnearby wren rustling dry leavesdistant owl echoingtwo people walking up the road laughingLet…

Anonymous

As I was walking one morning in spring,

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

All under her cow, as she sat a-milking,Saying, I shall be married, next Monday morning.You fairest of all creatures, my eyes e’er beheld,Oh! Where do you live love, or where do you dwell,I dwell at the top of yon bonny brown hill,I shall be fifteen years old next Monday morning.Fifteen years old love, is too…

Anonymous

Christmas is coming,

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Please put a pennyIn the old man’s hat.If you haven’t got a penny,A ha’penny will do,If you haven’t got a ha’penny,Then God bless you.Christmas is coming,The geese are getting fat,Please put a pennyIn the old man’s hat.If you haven’t got a penny,A ha’penny will do,If you haven’t got a ha’penny,Then God bless you.

Anonymous

I eat my peas with honey;

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

It makes the peas taste funny,But it keeps them on the knife.

Anonymous

LATE at een, drinkin’ the wine,

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

They set a combat them between,To fight it in the dawin’.‘O stay at hame, my noble lord!O stay at hame, my marrow!My cruel brother will you betray,On the dowie houms o’ Yarrow.’‘O fare ye weel, my lady gay!O fare ye weel, my Sarah!For I maun gae, tho’ I ne’er returnFrae the dowie banks o’ Yarrow.’She…

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You better not gamble
And you better not fight.
T. Bentley will arrest you,
He’ll surely take you down;
Judge Nelson’ll sentence you,
Then you’re jailhouse bound.
O let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a evah lovin’ light on me!
Every Monday mawnin’,
When the ding-dong rings,
You go to the table,
See the same damn things;
And on the table,
There’s a knife an’ pan,
Say anything about it,
Have trouble with a man.
O let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a evah lovin’ light on me!
Yondah come Miss Rosy;
Oh, how do you know?
By th’ umbrella on her shoulder
An’ the dress that she woah!
Straw hat on her head,
Piece of paper in her hand,
Says, ‘Look here, Mr. Jailer,
I wants my life-time man.’
O let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a evah lovin’ light on me!

Anonymous Americas

Into all lives some rain must fall,

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Whether they fall as gentle shower,Or fall like fire from an aching heart.Into all hearts some sorrow must creep,Into all souls some doubtings come,Lashing the waves of life’s great deepFrom dimpling waters to seething foam.Over all paths some clouds must lower,Under all feet some sharp thorns spring,Tearing the flesh to bitter wounds,Or entering the heart…

Anonymous Americas

A pair of very chubby legs

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

A pair of little stubby bootsWith rather doubtful toes;A little kilt, a little coat,Cut as a mother can,And lo! before us strides in stateThe Future’s ‘coming man.’His eyes, perchance, will read the stars,And search their unknown ways;Perchance the human heart and soulWill open to their gaze;Perchance their keen and flashing glanceWill be a nation’s light,–Those…

Anonymous Americas

I wish I were where Helen lies;

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Oh that I were where Helen liesOn fair Kirconnell lea!Curst be the heart that thought the thought,And curst the hand that fired the shot,When in my arms burd Helen dropt,And died to succour me!O think na but my heart was sairWhen my Love dropt down and spak nae mair!I laid her down wi’ meikle careOn…

Anonymous Americas

God rest you merry, gentlemen,

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

For Jesus Christ our SaviourWas born upon this day,To save us all from Satan’s powerWhen we were gone astray.O tidings of comfort and joy,For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.In Bethlehem in JuryThis blessed babe was born,And laid within a mangerUpon this blessed morn;The which his mother MaryNothing did take in scorn.O…

Anonymous Americas

Rebels! ‘t is a holy name!

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

When battling in the cause of Right,Against the tyrant in his might,In the dark days of yore.Rebels! ‘t is our family name!Our father, Washington,Was the arch-rebel in the fight,And gave the name to use,-a rightOf father unto son.Rebels! ‘t is our given name!Our mother, Liberty,Received the title with her fame,In days of grief, of fear,…

Anonymous Americas

The other night while we lay musing, and our weary brain confusing o’er the topics of the day,

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

‘What is that?’ we cried, upstarting, and into the darkness darting, slap! we ran against the door.‘Oh , ’tis nothing,’ Edward grumbled, as o’er a huge armchair we stumbled, ”tis a bug and nothing more.’Then said we, our anger rising (for we thought it so surprising that a bug should thus offend)—‘Do you think a…

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