The auld man had a girnin' wife, An' she was aye compleenin', For a' kin' o' orra things The body aye was greenin'. It's "I'll try this," and "I'll try that," At ilka adverteesement,...
A guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a rip to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit, now, an' knaggie, I've seen the day Thou could hae gaen like onie staggie Out-owre the lay. ...
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain, And 'sire,' he said, 'I bring thy ships in safety home again From seas unsailed of mariner in all the days of yore,...
When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee, His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free; But in old Hymen's jack-pot, it's a most amazin' thing,...
Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you, And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea is new. So be it sung, by hut and tent, Where tall the native grows;...
Where the sturdy ocean breeze Drives the spray of roaring seas, That the Cliff House balconies Overlook: There, in spite of rain that balked, With his sandals duly chalked,...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, Riding lightly at their ease, In the calm of tropic seas,...
It was our war-ship Clampherdown Would sweep the Channel clean, Wherefore she kept her hatches close When the merry Channel chops arose, To save the bleached marine. ...
Five hundred years have nearly passed away Since that glad morn, when o'er fair Bethl'hem's plain A light resplendent as the glow of day, Shone down from heaven, and holy angels deign...
There is a valley where the wheat fields wave In autumn like a gold ymolten sea; There is a river whose cool waters lave Sweet-scented gardens, groves, and rolling lea, And homes of people worthy to be free;...
Two fellows, needing funds, and bold, A bearskin to a furrier sold, Of which the bear was living still, But which they presently would kill - At least they said they would....
The Beautiful City! Forever Its rapturous praises resound; We fain would behold it - but never A glimpse of its dory is found: We slacken our lips at the tender White breasts of our mothers to hear...