James Thomas Fields Poems

WE were crowded in the cabin,
Not a soul would dare to sleep,
It was midnight on the waters,
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WE were crowded in the cabin,
Not a soul would dare to sleep,--
It was midnight on the waters,
And a storm was on the deep.
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A farmer travelling with his load
Picked up a horseshoe in the road,
And nailed it fast to his barn door,
That Luck might down upon him pour,
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'Who stuffed that white owl?' No one spoke in the shop,
The barber was busy, and he couldn't stop;
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She came among the gathering crowd,
A maiden fair, without pretence,
And when they asked her humble name,
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Let us venerate the bones
Of patient Mercy Jones,
Who lies underneath these stones.
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THE GRASS hung wet on Rydal banks,
The golden day with pearls adorning,
When side by side with him we walked
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Have I been ever wrecked at sea,
And nigh to being drowned
More threat’ning storms have compassed me
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