Far out at sea there has been a storm, And still, as they roll their liquid acres, High-heaped the billows lower and glisten. The air is laden, moist, and warm With the dying tempest's breath;...
The sun is always in the sky Whenever I get out of bed, And I often wonder why It's never late., My sister said She did not know who did the trick, And that she did not care a bit,...
All was up with Richard Tanner 'Wait-a-Bit' we called him. Dead? Yes. The braceman dropped a spanner, Landed Richard on the head; Cracked his skull, sir, like a teacup, Down the pump-shaft in the well....
Caught Susanner whistlin'; well, It's most nigh too good to tell. 'Twould 'a' b'en too good to see Ef it had n't b'en fur me, Comin' up so soft an' sly That she didn' hear me nigh....
When from dawn till noon seems one long day, And from noon till night another, Oh, then should a little boy come from play, And creep into the arms of his mother. Snugly creep and fall asleep,...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a dank, musty dug-out where he lay, Legs wrapped in sand-bags, - lumps of chalk and clay...
Although you hide in the ebb and flow Of the pale tide when the moon has set, The people of coming days will know About the casting out of my net, And how you have leaped times out of mind...
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, "This is my own, my native land!" Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned,...
Der Schwackenhammer coom to down, Pefore de Fall vas past, Und by der Breitmann drawed he in Ash dreimals honored gast. 'Led's see de sighdts! In self und worldt, Dere's 'sighdts' for him, to see,...
How wundersch'n das Vaterland In audumn-life abbears; Vot rainpows gild ids vallies crand, Ven seen troo vallin tears. Und VON I'll creet mit sang und klang, Und drown in goldnen wein;...
Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners, Novemper in de fall, Und dey gifed a boostin' bender All in de Turner Hall. Dere coomed de whole Gesangverein Mit der Liederlich Aepfel Chor,...
Der Sheneral Sherman holts oop on his coorse, He shtops at de gross-road und reins in his horse. 'Dere's a ford on de rifer dis day we moost dake, Or elshe de grand army in bieces shall preak!'...
Who vas efer hear soosh voonders, Holy breest or virshin nonn? As pefelled de Coptain Breitmann, Vhen he hoont an air-ballon. Der Bizzy und der Dizzy, Mit lothairingen und Lothair,...
O hear a wondrous shdory Vot soundet like romance, How Breitmann mit four Uhlans Vas dake de town of Nantz. De Fr'ntschmen call it Nancy, Und dey say its fery hard Dat Nancy mit her soldiers...
He sits in bivouacke, By fire, peneat' de drees; A pottle of champagner Held shently on his knees; His lange Uhlan lanze Stuck py him in de sand; Vhile a goot peas-poodin' sausage...
For fear of some missed onder standings, I vould shtate, dat dis is only mean de last Barty dat der Coptain Breitmann has ge given'as yed. Pimepy I kess he gife anoder von, und if I kits an in-leading, or indrotuckshun, I kess ...