William Brighty Rands

(1823 - 1882 / England)

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  • Brenda Boyes (4/29/2018 1:55:00 PM)

    I loved the poem we learned at school
    I wish I lived in a caravan, with a horse to drive like the Pedlar man

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  • Goblin Train (1/30/2012 3:50:00 PM)

    It would be great to have A Shooting Song added to the collection of poems by Mr Rand available here.

Little Ditties I

Winifred Waters sat and sighed
Under a weeping willow;
When she went to bed she cried,
Wetting all the pillow;

Kept on crying night and day,
Till her friends lost patience;
"What shall we do to stop her, pray?"
So said her relations.

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