Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise; And this is a clamour of Victory, and a p'an of Ancient Days. It isn't a Yelp of the Battlefield; nor a Howl of the Bounding Wave,...
There's the same old coaching stable that was used by Cobb and Co., And the yard the coaches stood in more than sixty years ago; And the public-private parlour, where they serve the passing swell,...
There's the same old coaching stable that was used by Cobb and Co., And the yard the coaches stood in more than sixty years ago; And the public-private parlour, where they serve the passing swell,...
Whenever I'm moving my furniture in Or shifting my furniture out, Which is nearly as often and risky as Sin In these days of shifting about, There isn't a stretcher, there isn't a stick,...
Whenever I'm moving my furniture in Or shifting my furniture out, Which is nearly as often and risky as Sin In these days of shifting about, There isn't a stretcher, there isn't a stick,...
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where the crowds resort, and less where the wanderers go;...
Listen! The end draws nearer, Nearer the morning, or night, And I see with a vision clearer That the beginning was right! These shall be words to remember When all has been done and said,...
So at last a toll they'll levy For the passing fool who sings, Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried blood on the strings) Let us sing, and sing right gaily, For the wreath is on our brow,...
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone, When the nations fly at each other's throats let Australia look to her own;...
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at the pain, Till her eyes seem to crawl, And her brain seems to creep, ...
While tyrants rule the land, Beneath the Irish skies; While e'er the iron hand Upon our people lies; While sons are driven forth In other lands to dwell, Still in the South and North...
I met with Jack Cornstalk in London to-day, He saw me and coo-eed from over the way. Oh! the solemn-faced Londoners stared with surprise At his hair and his height as compared with his size!...
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run; He had a round and jolly face, and he was sleek and stout,...
How oft in public meetings past, Where sense was not and talk was loud, We caught a glimpse of long white hair Upon the outskirts of the crowd; And then the tide of talk ebbed back,...
I'd been right round by overlands to see the world and life, And on the boat at Plymouth I met Johnson and his wife; He was a man who knew the world and wore the know-all smile,...
I cannot blame old Israel yet, For I am not a sage, I shall not know until I get The son of my old age. The mysteries of this Vale of Tears We will perchance explain...
It's oh! for a rivet in marriage bonds, And a splice in the knot untied, The sanctity of the marriage tie Is growing more sanctified! They're getting mixed up in society, There's an awful family row,...
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out; I've got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin' brow,...
Weary old wife, with the bucket and cow, 'How's your son Jack? and where is he now?' Haggard old eyes that turn to the west, 'Boys will be boys, and he's gone with the rest!'...