To Scythian and Cantabrian plots,

Don’t rec’lect what’t wuz about,Some small deeff’rence, I’ll allow.Lived next neighbors twenty years,A-hatin’ each other, me ‘nd Jim,–He havin’ his opinyin uv me,‘Nd I havin’ my opinyin uv him.Grew up together ‘nd would n’t speak,Courted sisters, ‘nd marr’d ’em, too;Tended same meetin’-house oncet a week,A-hatin’ each other through ‘nd through!But when Abe Linkern asked the…

And sings to our babe a-sleepingThe song that I love the best:”T is little Luddy-Dud in the morning –‘T is little Luddy-Dud at night;And all day long‘T is the same sweet songOf that waddling, toddling, coddling little mite,Luddy-Dud.’The bird to the tossing clover,The bee to the swaying bud,Keep singing that sweet song overOf wee little…

No fiercer storm than racked my formE’er swept the Bay of Fundy;But now, good-byTo drugs, say I–Good-by to gnawing sorrow;I am up to-day,And, whoop, hooray!I’m going out to-morrow!What aches and pain in bones and brainI had I need not mention;It seemed to me such pangs must beOld Satan’s own invention;Albeit IWas sure I’d die,The doctor…

Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has sweptThrough the moonlight that floats on the floor.For it’s only at night, when the stars twinkle bright,That the Fly-Away Horse, with a neighAnd a pull at his rein and a toss of his mane,Is up on his heels and away!The Moon in the sky,As he gallopeth by,Cries: ‘Oh!…

The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails,Forgetful of the fury of her gales;To-morrow, mad with storms, the ocean roars,And o’er his hapless wreck the flood she pours!

Her eyes were of hueA most delicate blueAnd dark as the night were her tresses;Her dear little mouth was fluted and red,And this little French doll was so very well bredThat whenever accosted her little mouth said‘Mamma! mamma!’The stockinet doll, with one arm and one leg,Had once been a handsome young fellow;But now he appearedRather…