Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

81. Taps 4/5/2010
82. Tam Lin 1/1/2004
83. St. Stephen And Herod 4/5/2010
84. Spring 1/1/2004
85. Spirit Of Freemen, Wake 4/5/2010
86. Songs In Sleep 4/5/2010
87. Song Of The Coffle Gang 4/5/2010
88. Song Of A Brigadier 4/5/2010
89. Soldiers Who Wish To Be A Hero 1/1/2004
90. Slander 4/5/2010
91. Sir Patrick Spence 1/1/2004
92. Sighs 1/1/2004
93. Shenandoah 4/5/2010
94. She'Ll Be Comin' Round The Mountain 1/1/2004
95. Shall I See My Boy Again 4/5/2010
96. Send Them Home Tenderly 4/5/2010
97. Seafarer 4/5/2010
98. Roll Me Over 1/1/2004
99. Rocking The Baby 4/5/2010
100. Right On 4/5/2010
101. Riddle 1/1/2004
102. Rescue The Slave 4/5/2010
103. Rebels 4/5/2010
104. Rain 4/5/2010
105. Promise 4/5/2010
106. Prison Bars 4/5/2010
107. Pope And Mcdowell 4/5/2010
108. Poor Johnnie Pope 4/5/2010
109. Pocahantas 4/5/2010
110. Patience 1/1/2004
111. Only One Man Killed Today 4/5/2010
112. One Day's Command 4/5/2010
113. On To Victory 4/5/2010
114. Ole Wirginny 4/5/2010
115. Old Mother Seward 4/5/2010
116. Oh! He's Nothing But A Soldier 4/5/2010
117. Ode To Joy 4/5/2010
118. O, Pity The Slave Mother 4/5/2010
119. O Death, O Death, Rock Me Asleep 1/1/2004
120. Nothing At All In The Paper Today 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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