And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For 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.
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I WISH I were where Helen lies,
O that I were where Helen lies,On 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 ye my heart was sair,When my Love dropp’d and spak nae mair!There did she swoon wi’ meikle care,On fair…
Legs I have got, yet seldom do I walk;
In secret places most I seek to hide me,For he who feeds me never can abide me.
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain,
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain,When she comes.She’ll be comin’ round the mountain,She’ll be comin’ round the mountain,She’ll be comin’ round the mountain,When she comes.She’ll be drivin’ six white horses,When she comes.She’ll be drivin’ six white horses,When she comes.She’ll be drivin’ six white horses,She’ll be drivin’ six white horses,She’ll be drivin’ six white horses,When she…
‘Oh, you must answer my questions nine,
Or you’re not God’s, you’re one of mine,And you are the weaver’s bonny.’‘What is whiter than the milk?Sing ninety-nine and ninety,And what is softer than the silk?And you are the weaver’s bonny.’‘Snow is whiter than the milk,Sing ninety-nine and ninety,And down is softer than the silk,And I am the weaver’s bonny.’‘O what is higher than…
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…
To every thing there is a season,
A time to be born, a time to die;a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;A time to kill, and a time to heal;a time to break down, and a time to build up;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;a time to mourn, and a time to…
And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For 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.
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Sitting here by my desk all day,
As the messages speed on their way,And the call comes sharp and quick–Oh, what a varied tale they tellOf joy and hope and fear!The funeral knell and the marriage bellIn their steady tick I hear.‘Mother is dying; come at once.’And the tears will almost start,For tender daughters and loving sons–God pity each aching heart!Ah! how…
Westron wind, when wilt thou blow
Christ, that my love were in my armsAnd I in my bed again!
Yankee was a bad man, Yankee was a thief,
I went to Yankee’s house, Yankee he had fled,Caught him on the battle-field, and there I killed him dead.
‘If all the world were paper
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…
If you evah go to Houston,
You better not gambleAnd 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 SpecialShine a light on me,Let the Midnight SpecialShine 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…
There’s not a stately hall,
That proudly stands on Southern soil,Or softly nestles there,But in its peaceful wallsWith wealth or comfort blessed,A stormy battle fierce hath ragedIn gentle woman’s breast.There Love, the true, the brave,The beautiful, the strong,Wrestles with Duty, gaunt and stern,-Wrestles and struggles long.He falls, no more againHis giant foe to meet;Bleeding at every opening vein,Love falls at…