Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Anonymous British Poems
Whether the Weather be Fine
Whether the weather be fine Or whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold Or whether the weather be hot, We'll weather the weather Whatever the weather, Whether we like it or not.
The Demon Lover
'O where have you been, my long, long love, This long seven years and mair?' 'O I'm come to seek my former vows Ye graunted me before.'
I Know My Love
I KNOW my Love by his way of walking, And I know my love by his way of talking, And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue, And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?
Limericks: The History of Sixteen Wonder...
MISTRESS TOWL There was an Old Woman named Towl Who went out to Sea with her Owl,
How beautiful the setting sun Reposes o'er the wave! Like Virtue, life's drear warfare done,
Bonny Barbara Allen. A Scottish Ballad
It was in and about the Martinmas time, When the greene leaves we a fallan, That Sir John Grehme o' the west contrye Fell in luve wi' Barbara Allan.
Out in the fields with God
The little cares that fretted me I lost them yesterday Among the fields, above the sea,
What a wonderful bird the frog are! When he stands he sit almost; When he hop he fly almost. He ain't got no sense hardly;
There Is No Indispensable Man
Sometime when you're feeling important; Sometime when your ego's in bloom Sometime when you take it for granted You're the best qualified in the room,
Willie's fair and Willie's rare
Oh Willie's fair and Willie's rare And Willie's wondrous bonnie And Willie hecht tae marry me Gin e'er he married ony
Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody
This is a little story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; Remember me to one who lives there, For once she was a true lover of mine.
Who killed Cock Robin?
Who killed Cock Robin? I, said the Sparrow, with my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin.
The Migration of Birds
Where the Northern Ocean in vast whirls Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of furthest Thule, and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides;
Comments about Anonymous British
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Whether the Weather be Fine
Whether the weather be fine
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold
Or whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not.