A Budget of Humorous Poetry: Comprising Specimens of the Best and Most Humorous Productions of the Popular American and Foreign Poetical Writers of the DayG.G. Evans, 1859 - 320 страница |
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... that's sae clear ? What gars the win ' blaw ? an ' whar frae comes the rain ? He's a perfect divert - he's a wonderfu ' wean . Or wha was the first bodie's father ? an ' A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 29 The Wonderfu' Wean.
... that's sae clear ? What gars the win ' blaw ? an ' whar frae comes the rain ? He's a perfect divert - he's a wonderfu ' wean . Or wha was the first bodie's father ? an ' A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 29 The Wonderfu' Wean.
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... wallis ; This sort o ' thing ain't jest like thet - I wish thet I wuz furder , - Ninepunce a day fer killin ' folks , comes kind o ' low for murder , ( Wy I've worked out to slarterin ' some fer 5 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 65.
... wallis ; This sort o ' thing ain't jest like thet - I wish thet I wuz furder , - Ninepunce a day fer killin ' folks , comes kind o ' low for murder , ( Wy I've worked out to slarterin ' some fer 5 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 65.
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... comes so nateral to think about a hempen collar ; - It's glory , but in spite o ' all my tryin ' to git callous , I feel kind o ' in a cart , aridin ' to the gallus . But when it comes to bein ' killed , -I tell ye I felt streaked The ...
... comes so nateral to think about a hempen collar ; - It's glory , but in spite o ' all my tryin ' to git callous , I feel kind o ' in a cart , aridin ' to the gallus . But when it comes to bein ' killed , -I tell ye I felt streaked The ...
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... comes here daily , To dinner and to doze ; He smiles and sighs , looks very wise , And yet he don't propose . I'm sonnetized , I'm poetized , I'm paragraphed on paper ; They vow , although I'm very stout , My waist is very taper ; That ...
... comes here daily , To dinner and to doze ; He smiles and sighs , looks very wise , And yet he don't propose . I'm sonnetized , I'm poetized , I'm paragraphed on paper ; They vow , although I'm very stout , My waist is very taper ; That ...
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... - day we dance the tiddle diddle . -Here comes Sambo with his fiddle ; Sambo , take a dram of whiskey , And play up Yankee doodle frisky . Moll , come , leave your witched tricks , And A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 105.
... - day we dance the tiddle diddle . -Here comes Sambo with his fiddle ; Sambo , take a dram of whiskey , And play up Yankee doodle frisky . Moll , come , leave your witched tricks , And A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 105.
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afore ALEXANDER SMART Anonymous Arkansas gentleman Bassanio blue bosom CHARLES GODFREY LELAND Choctaw line chorius coursers cried dear Devil Doll Dolly Don Fernando door drink eyes fear fight fire flies folks gave genteel girls give gold hast head hear heard heart HORACE SMITH HUGGINS Irishman John John Burgoyne King knew lady lol de ra look Lord Morbleu morning Moscow mother ne'er never night noble nose Number o'er old soldiers once Parbleu Peter Gray poor pray quoth RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM Robinson he Sez rose round scarce Shylock sigh singing smile Snapping Turtle soul speed thee stand supple-jack sure sweet tell there's thet thing thought took Tooral town Twas W. E. AYTOUN Warriors three wife WILLIAM MAGINN WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wonder wud knott dye Yankee young
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