Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

1. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt 4/5/2010
2. Jefferson's Daughter 4/5/2010
3. Decreed 4/5/2010
4. Will He No Come Back Again? 1/1/2004
5. Growing Old 4/5/2010
6. The Origin Of Death 4/5/2010
7. The Hell-Bound Train 4/5/2010
8. Ye Heralds Of Freedom 4/6/2010
9. Victories Of The Heart 4/6/2010
10. You'Ll Tell Her, Won'T You? 4/6/2010
11. Ode To Joy 4/5/2010
12. Pope And Mcdowell 4/5/2010
13. Godfrey Gordon 1/1/2004
14. I Don'T Want To Die 1/1/2004
15. Ye Spirits Of The Free 4/6/2010
16. What Mean Ye? 4/6/2010
17. When Christ Was Born Of Mary Fre 4/6/2010
18. Promise 4/5/2010
19. For Christmas Day In The Morning 1/1/2004
20. Hind Horn 1/1/2004
21. The Little Church Round The Corner 4/5/2010
22. Rain 4/5/2010
23. Clerk Saunders 1/1/2004
24. Foweles In The Frith 1/1/2004
25. Old Mother Seward 4/5/2010
26. Hospital Duties 4/5/2010
27. Poor Johnnie Pope 4/5/2010
28. Fifty Years Apart 4/5/2010
29. Fair Helen 1/1/2004
30. Thomas The Rhymer 1/1/2004
31. Midnight Special 1/1/2004
32. When The French Band Plays 4/6/2010
33. Yankee Was A Bad Man, Yankee Was A Thief, 4/6/2010
34. The Time When I First Fell In Love 4/5/2010
35. The Man In The South 4/5/2010
36. The Snow At Fredericksburg 4/5/2010
37. The Ancient Banner 4/5/2010
38. The Charge Of The Mule Brigade 4/5/2010
39. The Creeds Of The Bells 4/5/2010
40. We'Re Coming! We'Re Coming! 4/6/2010
Best Poem of Anonymous Americas

I Saw Three Ships

I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning.
And what was in those ships all three,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day?
And what was in those ships all three,
On Christmas day in the morning?
Our Saviour Christ and his lady,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
Our Saviour Christ and his lady,
On Christmas day in the morning.
Pray whither sailed those ships all three,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day?
Pray whither...

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The Forsaken Bride

O waly waly up the bank,
And waly waly down the brae,
And waly waly yon burn-side
Where I and my Love wont to gae!
I leant my back unto an aik,
I thought it was a trusty tree;
But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,
Sae my true Love did lichtly me.

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