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Our life's a flying shadow, God the pole,
The needle pointing to Him is our soul.
Our life's a flying shadow, God the pole,
The needle pointing to Him is our soul.
John Lee is dead, that good old man,--
We ne'er shall see him more:
He used to read more
John Lee is dead, that good old man,--
We ne'er shall see him more:
He used to wear an old drab coat
All buttoned down before.
Happy am I; from care I'm free!
Why aren't they all contented like me?
Happy am I; from care I'm free!
Why aren't they all contented like me?
Here's to Great Britain, the sun that gives light to all nations
of the world.
Here's to Great Britain, the sun that gives light to all nations
of the world.
The man that weds for greedy wealth,
He goes a fishing fair,
But often times he gets read more
The man that weds for greedy wealth,
He goes a fishing fair,
But often times he gets a frog,
Or very little share.
Every countenance seeked to say, "Long live George Washington,
the Father of the People."
Every countenance seeked to say, "Long live George Washington,
the Father of the People."
Acon his right, Leonilla her left eye
Doth want; yet each in form, the gods out-vie.
Sweet read more
Acon his right, Leonilla her left eye
Doth want; yet each in form, the gods out-vie.
Sweet boy, with thine, thy sister's sight improved:
So shall she Venus be, thou God of Love.
[Lat., Lumine Acon dextre,--capta est Leonilla sinistre,
Et potis est forma vincere uterque dees:
Blande puer, lumen quod habes concede sorori,
Sic tu caecus Amor, sic erit illa Venus.]
A blockhead, bit by fleas, put out the light,
And chuckling cried, "Now you can't see to bite."
A blockhead, bit by fleas, put out the light,
And chuckling cried, "Now you can't see to bite."
The Channel is that silver strip of sea which severs merry
England from the tardy realms of Europe.
The Channel is that silver strip of sea which severs merry
England from the tardy realms of Europe.
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
All the rest have thirty-one
Excepting read more
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
All the rest have thirty-one
Excepting February alone:
Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,
Till lap year gives it twenty-nine.
