I’ve been list’nin’ to them lawyer… In the court house up the street, An’ I’ve come to the conclusion That I’m most completely beat. Fust one feller riz to argy,

If Death should claim me for her… And softly I should falter from y… Oh, tell me, loved one, would my m… And would my image in your heart a… Or should I be as some forgotten…

She gave a rose, And I kissed it and pressed it. I love her, she knows, And my action confessed it. She gave me a rose,

OH, dere’s lots o’ keer an’ troub… In dis world to swaller down; An’ ol’ Sorrer’s purty lively In her way o’ gittin’ roun’. Yet dere’s times when I furgit 'e…

OH, I des received a letter f’om… Oh, my; oh, my. She’s my lovely little sweetheart… Oh, my; oh, my. She writes me dat she loves me an’…

DE win’ is blowin’ wahmah, An hit’s blowin’ f’om de bay; Dey’s a so’t o’ mist a—risin’ All erlong de meddah way; Dey ain’t a hint o’ frostin’

Our good knight, Ted, girds his b… (And he wields it well, I ween); He 's on his steed, and away has g… To the fight for king and queen. What tho’ no edge the broadsword h…

In the heavy earth the miner Toiled and laboured day by day, Wrenching from the miser mountain Brilliant treasure where it lay. And the artist worn and weary

THE draft of love was cool and sw… You gave me in the cup, But, ah, love’s fire is keen and f… And I am burning up. Unless the tears I shed for you

GOODNIGHT, my love, for I hav… In walking dreams, until my soul i… Is lost in passion’s wide and shor… Where, like a ship unruddered, it… Hither and thither at the wild wav…

It’s hot to—day. The bees is buzz… Kinder don’t—keer—like aroun’ An’ fur off the warm air dances O’er the parchin’ roofs in town. In the brook the cows is standin’;

How’s a man to write a sonnet, can… How’s he going to weave the dim, p… When a—toddling on the floor Is the muse he must adore, And this muse he loves, not wisely…

Treat me nice, Miss Mandy Jane, Treat me nice. Dough my love has tu’ned my brain, Treat me nice. I ain’t done a t’ing to shame,

Bring me the livery of no other ma… I am my own to robe me at my pleas… Accepted rules to me disclose no t… What is the chief who shall my gar… No garb conventional but I 'll at…

Shadder in de valley Sunlight on de hill, Sut’ny wish dat locus’ Knowed how to be still. Don’t de heat already