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... gave me a good character , But said I could not swim . He sent them word I had not gone , ( We know it to be true ) : If she should push the matter on , What would become of you ? I gave her one , they gave him two , You gave us three ...
... gave me a good character , But said I could not swim . He sent them word I had not gone , ( We know it to be true ) : If she should push the matter on , What would become of you ? I gave her one , they gave him two , You gave us three ...
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... gave her Cakes and I gave her Ale , I gave her Sack and Sherry ; I kissed her once and I kissed her twice , And we were wondrous merry . I gave her Beads and Bracelets fine , I gave her Gold down derry . I thought she was afeard till ...
... gave her Cakes and I gave her Ale , I gave her Sack and Sherry ; I kissed her once and I kissed her twice , And we were wondrous merry . I gave her Beads and Bracelets fine , I gave her Gold down derry . I thought she was afeard till ...
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... gave them white bread , And some gave them brown ; Some gave them plum cake And drummed them out of town . LVIII Two legs sat upon three legs With one leg in his lap ; In comes four legs And runs away with one leg ; Up jumps two legs ...
... gave them white bread , And some gave them brown ; Some gave them plum cake And drummed them out of town . LVIII Two legs sat upon three legs With one leg in his lap ; In comes four legs And runs away with one leg ; Up jumps two legs ...
Contents
Went to the Road That Lies | 16 |
Editors Preface | 19 |
Paul Engle | 35 |
Copyright | |
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Common terms and phrases
Akond of Swat Alexander Pope Anonymous beauty bird blood blue boys cried D. H. Lawrence dark dead Dean death doth drink dull e. e. cummings Edward Lear Elynour eyes Festel to Fose Frankie give grave Harry Graham hate head heart heigh-ho John Henry John the Red Johnny kind kiss lady Lawd lemmings live look Lord Lyke Malder merry Milder to Malder mind Montana Moscow ne'er never night numbers o'er Ogden Nash pleasant poem poet poor praise Red Nose reply rhyme Samuel Hoffenstein says Festel says John says Milder Sieve sing Sir W. S. Gilbert Song soul steam drill sweet Tell thee There's theyr things thou thought turn verse W. H. Auden Who's the fool Winthrop Palmer wise wish words write wrong young