Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

121. Rocking The Baby 4/5/2010
122. Roll Me Over 1/1/2004
123. Seafarer 4/5/2010
124. Send Them Home Tenderly 4/5/2010
125. Shall I See My Boy Again 4/5/2010
126. She'Ll Be Comin' Round The Mountain 1/1/2004
127. Shenandoah 4/5/2010
128. Sighs 1/1/2004
129. Sir Patrick Spence 1/1/2004
130. Slander 4/5/2010
131. Soldiers Who Wish To Be A Hero 1/1/2004
132. Song Of A Brigadier 4/5/2010
133. Song Of The Coffle Gang 4/5/2010
134. Songs In Sleep 4/5/2010
135. Spirit Of Freemen, Wake 4/5/2010
136. Spring 1/1/2004
137. St. Stephen And Herod 4/5/2010
138. Tam Lin 1/1/2004
139. Taps 4/5/2010
140. Telegraphy 4/5/2010
141. That Boy 4/5/2010
142. The 4/5/2010
143. The Ancient Banner 4/5/2010
144. The Barefooted Boys 4/5/2010
145. The Battle Cry Of Freedom (Southern Version) 4/5/2010
146. The Bells Of Hell 1/1/2004
147. The Blind Slave Boy 4/5/2010
148. The Bondman 4/5/2010
149. The Bottom Drawer 4/5/2010
150. The Braes O' Yarrow 1/1/2004
151. The Charge At Port Hudson 4/5/2010
152. The Charge Of The Mule Brigade 4/5/2010
153. The Chase 4/5/2010
154. The Cities Of White Men 4/5/2010
155. The Copperheads 4/5/2010
156. The Countersign 4/5/2010
157. The Creeds Of The Bells 4/5/2010
158. The Dying Soldier 4/5/2010
159. The Football Match 1/1/2004
160. The Forsaken Bride 1/1/2004
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 Bells Of Hell

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me:
And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.
O death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling,
O Grave, thy victor-ee?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling,
For you but not for me.

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