Anonymous British Poems

"Tweed said to Till:
‘What gars ye rin sae still?'
till said to Tweed:
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Death

Fair lady, lay your costly robes aside,
No longer may you glory in your pride;
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For many a winter in Billiter Lane
My wife, Mrs. Brown, was ne'er heard to complain:
At Christmas the family met there to dine
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O for a Booke and a shadie nook.
Eyther in-a doore or out;
With the grene leaves whispering overhede,
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Servingman

Well met, my brother friend, all at this highway end,
So simple all alone, as you can,
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Give me the naked heavens above,
The broad bare heath below,
A merry glance from her I love,
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'O, where are you going?' said Milder to Molder,
'O, we may not tell you,' said Festel to Fose,
'We're off to the woods,' said John the Red Nose,
'We're off to the woods,' said John the Red Nose.
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Listen, soldier, to the tale of the tender nightingale,
'Tis a charm that soon will ease your wounds so cruel,
Singing medicine for your pain, in a sympathetic strain,
With a jug, jug, jug of lemonade or gruel.
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Upon a time when Titan's steeds were driven
To drench themselves beneath the western heaven;
And sable Morpheus had his curtains spread,
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What are life's joys and gains?
What pleasures crowd its ways,
That man should take such pains
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