Our Two Opinions
Us two wuz boys when we fell out, Nigh to the age uv my youngest now; Don’t rec’lect what’t wuz about, Some small deeff’rence, I’ll allow. Lived next neighbors twenty years, A-hatin’ each other,
A spring poem from bion
One asketh: “Tell me, Myrson, tell me true: What’s the season pleaseth you? Is it summer suits you best, When from harvest toil we rest? Is it autumn with its glory Of all surfeited
Horace iii. 13
O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I’ll pay The sacrifice I owe; A sportive kid with budding horns I have, whose crimson blood Anon shall dye and
The bow-leg boy
Who should come up the road one day But the doctor-man in his two-wheel shay! And he whoaed his horse and he cried “Ahoy! I have brought you folks a bow-leg boy! Such a
The wooing of the southland
(ALASKAN BALLAD) The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away “Fairest of all fair brides,” he said, “Be thou my bride, I pray!” Whereat the Southland laughed and cried: “I’ll
Garden and cradle
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are good to him, And bow them as they should to him, As fareth he
Apple-Pie and Cheese
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; And heresies called fashions Have modesty effaced, And baleful, morbid passions Corrupt our native
Der mann im keller
How cool and fair this cellar where My throne a dusky cask is; To do no thing but just to sing And drown the time my task is. The cooper he’s Resolved to please,
Thirty-nine
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you’d pass me by Alas, the years have sneaked away And all is changed but I! Had I the power, I would remand You to a
The stoddards
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, the Stoddards hight; Their home in Fifteenth street is all so snug, and furnished
Little Boy Blue
The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the
Lady button-eyes
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds softly blow, And the crickets in the glen Chirp and chirp and chirp again;
The jaffa and jerusalem railway
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining chair; Some postal cars, and baggage, too; a vestibule of patent make; With buffers,
The limitations of youth
I’d like to be a cowboy an’ ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an’ boundless west; I’d kill the bears an’ catamounts an’ wolves I come across, An’ I’d pluck the
Our Lady of the Mine
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose to tell uv; ‘T wuz in the year uv sixty-nine, somewhere along in summer,