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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... soon have ease , I'll give you satisfaction , squire , in any way you please ; What are your weapons ? -knife or gun ? -at both I'm pretty spry ! " " Oh ! ' tarnal death , you're spry , you are ? " quoth Silas , " so am I ! " Hard by ...
... soon have ease , I'll give you satisfaction , squire , in any way you please ; What are your weapons ? -knife or gun ? -at both I'm pretty spry ! " " Oh ! ' tarnal death , you're spry , you are ? " quoth Silas , " so am I ! " Hard by ...
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... soon to flee : Folks are sure to tumble When they climb owre hie ; They wha dinna walk aright , Are sure to come to wrang , - Creep awa ' , my bairnie , Creep afore ye gang . JAMES BALLANTINE . THE DIRTY OLD MAN . A singular man , named ...
... soon to flee : Folks are sure to tumble When they climb owre hie ; They wha dinna walk aright , Are sure to come to wrang , - Creep awa ' , my bairnie , Creep afore ye gang . JAMES BALLANTINE . THE DIRTY OLD MAN . A singular man , named ...
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... 're hungry again ; Though saucy e'en now , ye'll be glad o ' them soon- Sae tak ' ye the pet now , an ' lay down your spoon ! Ye'll weary for them ere they weary for you , A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 37 Petting at Food.
... 're hungry again ; Though saucy e'en now , ye'll be glad o ' them soon- Sae tak ' ye the pet now , an ' lay down your spoon ! Ye'll weary for them ere they weary for you , A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 37 Petting at Food.
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... that will be worth a great deal some day or other , if he don't kill himself too soon , and will only conde- scend to wait ; And four or five dozen negroes that would rather work 50 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . The Fine Arkansas Gentleman.
... that will be worth a great deal some day or other , if he don't kill himself too soon , and will only conde- scend to wait ; And four or five dozen negroes that would rather work 50 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . The Fine Arkansas Gentleman.
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... with America , Both on the land and sea , George King would ha ' soon let us know What for Boston has burn his tea . But the Lord he was merciful , And he shear'd 7 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 97 An Historic Song, in the Dutch Style.
... with America , Both on the land and sea , George King would ha ' soon let us know What for Boston has burn his tea . But the Lord he was merciful , And he shear'd 7 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 97 An Historic Song, in the Dutch Style.
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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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