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You’ve all heard of Larry O’Tool… Of the beautiful town of Drumgool… He had but one eye, To ogle ye by— Oh, murther, but that was a jew’l!
Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met he… She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady,
A little girl through field and wo… Went plucking flowerets here and t… When suddenly beside her stood A lady wondrous fair! The lovely lady smiled, and laid
Come all ye Christian people, and… It is all about a doctor was trave… By the Heastern Counties’ Railwa… From Ixworth town in Suffolk, vic… A travelling from Bury this Docto…
In tattered old slippers that toas… And a ragged old jacket perfumed w… Away from the world, and its toils… I’ve a snug little kingdom up four… To mount to this realm is a toil,…
Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink, By the light of the star, On the blue river’s brink, I heard a guitar. I heard a guitar,
Now the toils of day are over, And the sun hath sunk to rest, Seeking, like a fiery lover, The bosom of the blushing west— The faithful night keeps watch and…
Winter and summer, night and morn, I languish at this table dark; My office window has a corn– er looks into St. James’s Park. I hear the foot-guards’ bugle-horn…
Dear Lucy, you know what my wish… I hate all your Frenchified fuss: Your silly entrées and made dishes Were never intended for us. No footman in lace and in ruffles
Where the quivering lightning flin… His arrows from out the clouds, And the howling tempest sings And whistles among the shrouds, ’Tis pleasant, ’tis pleasant to ri…
Ah! bleak and barren was the moor, Ah! loud and piercing was the stor… The cottage roof was shelter’d sur… The cottage hearth was bright and… An orphan-boy the lattice pass’d,
‘A surgeon of the United States’… the Captain of his company, he fou… had enlisted on account of some fe… Ye Yankee Volunteers! It makes my bosom bleed
Although I enter not, Yet round about the spot, Ofttimes I hover, And near the sacred gate, With longing eyes I wait,
I seem, in the midst of the crowd, The lightest of all; My laughter rings cheery and loud, In banquet and ball. My lip hath its smiles and its sne…
For the sole edification Of this decent congregation, Goodly people, by your grant I will sing a holy chant— I will sing a holy chant.