Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

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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. Ye Heralds Of Freedom 4/6/2010
8. Victories Of The Heart 4/6/2010
9. You'Ll Tell Her, Won'T You? 4/6/2010
10. The Hell-Bound Train 4/5/2010
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. The Little Church Round The Corner 4/5/2010
21. Rain 4/5/2010
22. Foweles In The Frith 1/1/2004
23. Clerk Saunders 1/1/2004
24. Old Mother Seward 4/5/2010
25. Hospital Duties 4/5/2010
26. Poor Johnnie Pope 4/5/2010
27. Fifty Years Apart 4/5/2010
28. Midnight Special 1/1/2004
29. Fair Helen 1/1/2004
30. When The French Band Plays 4/6/2010
31. Yankee Was A Bad Man, Yankee Was A Thief, 4/6/2010
32. We'Re Coming! We'Re Coming! 4/6/2010
33. Zaza, The Female Slave 4/6/2010
34. The Man In The South 4/5/2010
35. The Snow At Fredericksburg 4/5/2010
36. The Ancient Banner 4/5/2010
37. The Charge Of The Mule Brigade 4/5/2010
38. Enlisted Today 4/5/2010
39. Ole Wirginny 4/5/2010
40. Liberty Ball 4/5/2010
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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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Blow, Northern Wind

Blow, northerne wynd,
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blow, northerne wynd,
Blou, blou, blou!

Ichot a burde in bour{.e} bryht,
That fully semly is on syht,
Menskful maiden of myht,
Feir ant fre to fond{.e};

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