Courage is the strength to stand u… When it’s easier to fall down and… It is the conviction to explore ne… When it’s easier to believe what w… Courage is the desire to maintain…
Have you ever heard the torrent of… As it curses it’s way to Vitipura… Through rapids vitriolic and catar… To it’s final foul mutterings in…
God and the soldier All men adore In time of trouble, And no more; For when war is over
Two sticks and an apple, Ring the bells at Whitechapel. Old Father Bald Pate, Ring the bells Aldgate. Maids in white aprons,
If you evah go to Houston, You better walk right; You better not gamble And you better not fight. T. Bentley will arrest you,
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a… For you but not for me: And the little devils how they sin… For you but not for me. O death, where is thy sting-a-ling…
Jhesu, that ys kyng in trone, As Thou shoope bothe sonne and mo… And all that shalle dele and dyght… Now lene us grace such dedus to do… In Thy blys that we may wone -
FAIN would I change that note To which fond Love hath charm’d m… Long, long to sing by rote, Fancying that that harm’d me: Yet when this thought doth come,
LATE at een, drinkin’ the wine, And ere they paid the lawin’, They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawin’. ‘O stay at hame, my noble lord!
The man cut his throat and left hi… The others went to get it. When they got there they put the h… Farther on the head fell out onto… They put the head back in the sack…
The following Epilogue to “The Padlock” was written by a very worthy Clergyman, soon after the first representation of that opera. The author of this little poem died in the Summer of 1...
O waly waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn-side Where I and my Love wont to gae! I leant my back unto an aik,
IN Scarlet town, where I was bor… There was a fair maid dwellin’, Made every youth cry Well-a-way! Her name was Barbara Allen. All in the merry month of May,
Moo, moo, brown cow Have you any milk? Yes miss, three jugs smooth as sil… One for you, And one for me,
O HAPPY dames! that may embrace The fruit of your delight, Help to bewail the woful case And eke the heavy plight Of me, that wonted to rejoice