Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

161. Give Me That Old Time Religion 4/5/2010
162. Fugitive's Triumph 4/5/2010
163. Friendship 4/5/2010
164. Freedom's Star 4/5/2010
165. Frankie And Johnnie 1/1/2004
166. Foweles In The Frith 1/1/2004
167. For Christmas Day In The Morning 1/1/2004
168. Flying Slave 4/5/2010
169. Fling Out The Anti Slavery Flag 4/5/2010
170. Fifty Years Apart 4/5/2010
171. Farewell To Brother Jonathan 4/5/2010
172. Fair Helen 1/1/2004
173. Eulogy For A Veteran 4/5/2010
174. Eternal Time, That Wastest Without Waste 4/5/2010
175. Enlisted Today 4/5/2010
176. England 1/1/2004
177. Encore 4/5/2010
178. Emancipation Song 4/5/2010
179. Emancipation Hymn 4/5/2010
180. Edom O'Gordon 4/5/2010
181. Decreed 4/5/2010
182. Dead 4/5/2010
183. Dan's Wife 4/5/2010
184. Cuckoo Song 1/1/2004
185. Consolation 4/5/2010
186. Confederate Memorial Day 4/5/2010
187. Company K 4/5/2010
188. Come Join The Abolitionists 4/5/2010
189. Clerk Saunders 1/1/2004
190. Cleburne 4/5/2010
191. Cleanness 1/1/2004
192. City Contrasts 4/5/2010
193. Christmas 1864 4/5/2010
194. Cat Parody On Poe's 4/5/2010
195. By And By 4/5/2010
196. Burnside 4/5/2010
197. Blow, Northern Wind 1/1/2004
198. Beauty Sat Bathing By A Spring 4/5/2010
199. Ay Me, Ay Me, I Sigh The Scythe A-Field 4/5/2010
200. Away Down South In The Land Of Traitors 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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