Charles Stuart Calverley ( 5 of 5 )
I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that
grovel--
Folks prefer in fact a hovel read more
I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that
grovel--
Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.
To sit, happy married lovers; Phillis trifling with a plover's
Egg, while Corydon uncovers with a grace the Sally read more
To sit, happy married lovers; Phillis trifling with a plover's
Egg, while Corydon uncovers with a grace the Sally Lunn,
Or dissects the luck pheasant--that, I think, were passing
pleasant
As I sit along at present, dreaming darkly of a dun.
I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low,
'Tis read more
I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low,
'Tis that I can't remember how
They go.
I know you've been married to the same woman for 69 years. That
is marvelous. It must be very read more
I know you've been married to the same woman for 69 years. That
is marvelous. It must be very inexpensive.
The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
And I read more
The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
And I met with a ballad, I can't say where,
That wholly consisted of lines like these.
