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Don’t cheer, damn you! Don’t chee… Silence! Your bitterest tear Is fulsomely sweet to—day. . . . Down on your knees and pray. See, they sing as they go,
When a man gits on his uppers in a… An’ he ain’t got nothin’ comin’ an… An’ he’s in a fix for lodgin’ an’… An’ you’d fancy he’d been boozin’,… When he’s feelin’ sneakin’ sorry a…
I hate my neighbour Widow Green; I’d like to claw her face; But if I did she’d make a scene And run me round the place: For widows are in way of spleen
Said Will: “I’ll stay and till th… Said Jack: “I’ll sail the sea.” So one went forth kit—bag in hand, The other ploughed the lea. They met again at Christmas—tide,
To be a bony feed Sourdough You must, by Yukon Law, Have killed a moose, And robbed a sluice, AND BUNKED UP WITH A SQU…
Mary and I were twenty—two When we were wed; A well—matched pair, right smart t… The town’s folk said. For twenty years I have been true
Said I: “See yon vast heaven shin… What earthly sight diviner? Before such radiant Design Why doubt Designer?” Said he: “Design is just a though…
L’Escargot D’Or O Tavern of the Golden Snail! Ten sous have I, so I’ll regale; Ten sous your amber brew to sip (Eight for the bock and two the ti…
Since all that is was ever bound t… Since grim, eternal laws our Bein… And both the riddle and the answer… And both the carnage and the calm… Since plain within the Book of De…
Why should I be the first to fall Of all the leaves on this old tree… Though sadly soon I know that all Will lose their hold and follow me… While my birth—brothers bravely bl…
I took a contract to bury the body… Whenever, wherever or whatsoever t… Whether he die in the light o’ day… In cabin or dance—hall, camp or di… On velvet tundra or virgin peak, b…
Unto his housemaid spoke the Lair… "Tonight the Bishop is our guest; The spare room must be warmed and… To please him we will do our best. A worthy haggis you must make,
I knew three sisters,—all were swe… Wishful to wed was I, And wondered which would mostly me… The matrimonial tie. I asked the first what fate would…
'Twas in the grave—yard’s gruesome… That May and I were mated; We sneaked inside and on a tomb Our love was consummated. It’s quite all right, no doubt we’…
The Porch was blazoned with geran… Myrtle and jasmine meadows lit the… With rose and violet the vale’s pe… Languished to where the hyacinthin… Dreamed tenderly . . . “And I mus…