Anonymous British Poems

The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields, above the sea,
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Handsome she was, and well beseene,
As fresh as any of them all,
Her rament for the most part greene,
Her stature good and meetely tall.
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Yesterday's flowers am I,
And I have drunk my last sweet draught of dew.
Young maidens came and sang me to my death;
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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.
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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
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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.
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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;
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January.
Lo, my fair! the morning lazy
Peeps abroad from yonder hill;
Phoebus rises, red and hazy;
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One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
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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:
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