Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

81. James Longstreet 4/5/2010
82. Jefferson's Daughter 4/5/2010
83. Jesse James 4/5/2010
84. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt 4/5/2010
85. Jubilee Song 4/5/2010
86. Just After The War 4/5/2010
87. Knitting Socks 4/5/2010
88. Liberty Ball 4/5/2010
89. Little Be-Pope, 4/5/2010
90. Little Be-Pope, 4/5/2010
91. Lord Randall 1/1/2004
92. Lully, Lulley 1/1/2004
93. Mademoiselle From Armentières 4/5/2010
94. Midnight Special 1/1/2004
95. Missing 4/5/2010
96. My Friend Judge Not Me 1/1/2004
97. My Love In Her Attire 1/1/2004
98. Negro Spirituals 4/5/2010
99. Night And Morning 4/5/2010
100. Nothing At All In The Paper Today 4/5/2010
101. O Death, O Death, Rock Me Asleep 1/1/2004
102. O, Pity The Slave Mother 4/5/2010
103. Ode To Joy 4/5/2010
104. Oh! He's Nothing But A Soldier 4/5/2010
105. Old Mother Seward 4/5/2010
106. Ole Wirginny 4/5/2010
107. On To Victory 4/5/2010
108. One Day's Command 4/5/2010
109. Only One Man Killed Today 4/5/2010
110. Patience 1/1/2004
111. Pocahantas 4/5/2010
112. Poor Johnnie Pope 4/5/2010
113. Pope And Mcdowell 4/5/2010
114. Prison Bars 4/5/2010
115. Promise 4/5/2010
116. Rain 4/5/2010
117. Rebels 4/5/2010
118. Rescue The Slave 4/5/2010
119. Riddle 1/1/2004
120. Right On 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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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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