Betwixt the stirrop and the ground,
Mercy I askt, mercy I found.
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Two sticks and an apple,
Old Father Bald Pate,Ring the bells Aldgate.Maids in white aprons,Ring the bells at St. Catherine`s.Oranges and Lemons,Ring the bells at St. Clement`s.When will you pay me?Ring the bells at the Old Bailey.When I am rich,Ring the bells at Fleetditch.When will that be?Ring the bells of Stepney.When I am old,Ring the great bell at Paul`s.
When you startle awake in the dark morning
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…
A lthough things are not perfect
C ontinue in thanksgivingD o not begin to blameE ven when the times are hardF ierce winds are bound to blow
My dress is silent when I tread the ground
Sometimes my trappings and the lofty airRaise me above the dwelling-place of men,And then the power of clouds carries me farAbove the people; and my ornamentsLoudly resound, send forth a melodyAnd clearly sing, when I am not in touchWith earth or water, but a flying spirit.
THERE WAS an old Fox
At the foot of a huge old tree;And of all the foxesThat ever did liveThere was none so bad as he.His step was soft,With his padded feet,But his claws were sharp beneath;And sharp were his eyes,And sharp were his ears,And sharp were his terrible teeth.And the dreariest placeYou ever did see,Was this old Fox’s den;It…
I wish I were where Helen lies;
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…
Betwixt the stirrop and the ground,
Mercy I askt, mercy I found.
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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…
Oh, England!
Sick in whole and every part:And yet sicker thou art stillFor thinking that thou art not ill.
It fell about the Martinmas,
Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men,‘We maun draw to a hauld.‘And whatna hauld sall we draw to,My merry men and me?We will gae to the house of the Rodes,To see that fair ladye.’The lady stood on her castle wa’,Beheld baith dale and down;There she was aware of a host of menCame riding towards the…
Were beth they that biforen us weren,
And hadden feld and wode?The riche levedies in hoere bour,That wereden gold in hoere tressour,With hoere brightte rode;Eten and drounken, and maden hem glad;Hoere lif was al with gamen i-lad,Men kneleden hem biforen;They beren hem wel swithe heye;And in a twincling of an eyeHoere soules weren forloren.Were is that lawhing and that song,That trayling and…
THERE’S a military band that plays, on Sunday afternoons,
It can rouse the blood to battle with its patriotic tunes,And still render hymns as gentle as a prayer.When it starts ‘Ave Maria’ there is no one in the throngBut would doff his cap, his heart to heaven raise;And who would shrink from combat when, with brasses sounding strong,There is flung out on the breeze…
Soldiers who wish to be a hero
But those who wish to be civilians,Jesus, they run into millions.