Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

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. The Hell-Bound Train 4/5/2010
8. Ye Heralds Of Freedom 4/6/2010
9. You'Ll Tell Her, Won'T You? 4/6/2010
10. Victories Of The Heart 4/6/2010
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. What Mean Ye? 4/6/2010
16. When Christ Was Born Of Mary Fre 4/6/2010
17. Ye Spirits Of The Free 4/6/2010
18. Promise 4/5/2010
19. For Christmas Day In The Morning 1/1/2004
20. Hind Horn 1/1/2004
21. The Little Church Round The Corner 4/5/2010
22. Rain 4/5/2010
23. Clerk Saunders 1/1/2004
24. Foweles In The Frith 1/1/2004
25. Old Mother Seward 4/5/2010
26. Hospital Duties 4/5/2010
27. Poor Johnnie Pope 4/5/2010
28. When The French Band Plays 4/6/2010
29. Fifty Years Apart 4/5/2010
30. Fair Helen 1/1/2004
31. Thomas The Rhymer 1/1/2004
32. Midnight Special 1/1/2004
33. Emancipation Song 4/5/2010
34. Enlisted Today 4/5/2010
35. Ole Wirginny 4/5/2010
36. Prison Bars 4/5/2010
37. Liberty Ball 4/5/2010
38. Yankee Was A Bad Man, Yankee Was A Thief, 4/6/2010
39. We'Re Coming! We'Re Coming! 4/6/2010
40. The Time When I First Fell In Love 4/5/2010
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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The Bells Of Hell

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me:
And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.
O death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling,
O Grave, thy victor-ee?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling,
For you but not for me.

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