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Je viens revoir l’asile ou ma jeun… De la misere a subi les lecons. J’avais vingt ans, une folle maitr… De francs amis et l’amour des chan… Bravant le monde et les sots et le…
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…
Come to the greenwood tree, Come where the dark woods be, Dearest, O come with me! Let us rove—O my love—O my love! Come—'tis the moonlight hour,
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.
O TIM, did you hear of thim Saxo… And read what the peepers report? They’re goan to recal the Liftina… And shut up the Castle and Coort! Our desolate counthry of Oireland…
I paced upon my beat With steady step and slow, All huppandownd of Ranelagh Stree… Ran’lagh St. Pimlico. While marching huppandownd
The cold gray hills they bind me a… The darksome valleys lie sleeping… But the winds as they pass o’er al… Bring me never a sound of woe! Oh! for all I have suffered and s…
Wearied arm and broken sword Wage in vain the desperate fight: Round him press a countless horde, He is but a single knight. Hark! a cry of triumph shrill
There’s in the Vest a city pleasa… To vich King Bladud gev his name, And in that city there’s a Cresce… Vere dwelt a noble knight of fame. Although that galliant knight is o…
Come all ye Christian people, unt… ‘Tis about a base consperracy, as… ‘Twill make your hair to bristle u… When of this dread consperracy you… The news of this consperracy and v…
First I saw the white bear, then… Then I saw the camel with a hump… Then I saw the grey wolf, with mu… Then I saw the wombat waddle in t… Then I saw the elephant a-waving…
O SIGNOR BRODERIP, you are… You wexis us little horgin-boys wh… How dare you talk of Justice, and… To pussicute us horgin-boys, you s… Though you set in Vestminster sur…
My heart is weary, my peace is gon… How shall I e’er my woes reveal? I have no money, I lie in pawn, A stranger in the town of Lille. With twenty pounds but three weeks…
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,
Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled… That never has known the Barber’s… All your wish is woman to win; This is the way that boys begin— Wait till you come to Forty Year.