Little Be-Pope,

Which among the lips that kiss usFirst would ‘neath the daisies lieWe would clasp our arms around themLooking on them through our tearsTender words of loving kindnessWe would whisper in their ears.

With no bright colors of berlin wool,Delicate hands today are full:Only a yarn of deep, dull blue,Socks for the feet of the brave and true.Yet click, click, how the needles go,‘Tis a power within that nerves them so.In the sunny hours of the bright spring day,And still in the night time far away.Maiden, mother, grandame…

So he fell asleep with a troubled brainTo dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.The engine with murderous blood was dampAnd was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.The boiler was filled with lager beerAnd the devil himself was the engineer;The passengers…

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…

People began to scream and cry,Saying, ‘Lord, am I going to die?’ChorusIt was sad when that great ship went down,It was sad when that great ship went down,Husbands and wives and little children lost their lives,It was sad when that great ship went down.When that ship left England it was making for the shore,The rich…

And starve your craving brother’s mind,Who asks to hear my word?What mean ye that ye make them toil,Through long and dreary years,And shed like rain upon your soilTheir blood and bitter tears?What mean ye, that ye dare to rendThe tender mother’s heart?Brothers from sisters, friend from friend,How dare you bid them part?What mean ye, when…

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Since I was but a sportive child,Enjoying childish dreams!I cannot see the change that comesWith such an even pace;I mark not when the wrinkles fallUpon my fading face.I know I’m old; and yet my heartIs just as young and gayAs e’er it was before my locksOf bright brown turned to gray.I know these eyes to…

My Rebel soul Scorns such Control,and Dwells with Friends on Southern Ground.My Heart is Light, and Spirits Bright,and Hope, with Her Enchanting Wand,Gives Visions Fair: and Free as Air,I Roam at Will in Dixie’s Land.

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…

And starve your craving brother’s mind,Who asks to hear my word?What mean ye that ye make them toil,Through long and dreary years,And shed like rain upon your soilTheir blood and bitter tears?What mean ye, that ye dare to rendThe tender mother’s heart?Brothers from sisters, friend from friend,How dare you bid them part?What mean ye, when…

But those who wish to be civilians,Jesus, they run into millions.