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Anonymous British Poems
Whether the Weather be Fine
Whether the weather be fine Or whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold Or whether the weather be hot, We'll weather the weather Whatever the weather, Whether we like it or not.
The Demon Lover
'O where have you been, my long, long love, This long seven years and mair?' 'O I'm come to seek my former vows Ye graunted me before.'
Bonny Barbara Allen. A Scottish Ballad
It was in and about the Martinmas time, When the greene leaves we a fallan, That Sir John Grehme o' the west contrye Fell in luve wi' Barbara Allan.
Limericks: The History of Sixteen Wonder...
MISTRESS TOWL There was an Old Woman named Towl Who went out to Sea with her Owl,
I Know My Love
I KNOW my Love by his way of walking, And I know my love by his way of talking, And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue, And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?
How beautiful the setting sun Reposes o'er the wave! Like Virtue, life's drear warfare done,
Out in the fields with God
The little cares that fretted me I lost them yesterday Among the fields, above the sea,
There Is No Indispensable Man
Sometime when you're feeling important; Sometime when your ego's in bloom Sometime when you take it for granted You're the best qualified in the room,
What a wonderful bird the frog are! When he stands he sit almost; When he hop he fly almost. He ain't got no sense hardly;
Willie's fair and Willie's rare
Oh Willie's fair and Willie's rare And Willie's wondrous bonnie And Willie hecht tae marry me Gin e'er he married ony
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; Remember me to one who lives there, For once she was a true lover of mine.
The Dying Airman
A handsome young airman lay dying, And as on the aerodrome he lay, To the mechanics who round him came sighing, These last dying words he did say:
Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody
This is a little story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
The Migration of Birds
Where the Northern Ocean in vast whirls Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of furthest Thule, and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides;
Comments about Anonymous British
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Whether the Weather be Fine
Whether the weather be fine
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold
Or whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not.