I Hear America Singing: An Anthology of Folk PoetryConsists of the original manuscript of "I hear America singing : an anthology of folk poetry", by Ruth A. Barnes. |
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“ Then , sir , we sank in a heap ; but , picking myself , from the ruins , I heard a noise up the grade ; and looking , I saw in the distance The three wheels following still , like moons on the horizon whirling , Till , circling , they ...
“ Then , sir , we sank in a heap ; but , picking myself , from the ruins , I heard a noise up the grade ; and looking , I saw in the distance The three wheels following still , like moons on the horizon whirling , Till , circling , they ...
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Far across the ranges , over where the sea swings , Battering the raw ledge , booming up the sand : There I heard a sailor telling what the sea sings , a Sings to every sailor when he longs for land : “ When you've saved your cash and ...
Far across the ranges , over where the sea swings , Battering the raw ledge , booming up the sand : There I heard a sailor telling what the sea sings , a Sings to every sailor when he longs for land : “ When you've saved your cash and ...
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THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE A Logical Story a Have you heard of the wonderful one - hoss shay , That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day , And then , of a sudden , it - ah , but stay , I'll tell you what ...
THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE A Logical Story a Have you heard of the wonderful one - hoss shay , That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day , And then , of a sudden , it - ah , but stay , I'll tell you what ...
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1851 James Marshall | 3 |
THE BUFFALO HUNTERS Collected by John A Lomax | 11 |
THE LONG ROAD WEST Henry Herbert Knibbs | 20 |
Urheberrecht | |
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ain't American Ballads bang better blow bound boys broke comes crew dat's dead dear Derry don't door eyes face Fair fall fiddled Float gave girl give glory goin gone half hand hard he's head hear heard heart heaven holler I'll it's John keep kind land light lived look Michigan mighty mother mountains never night once pass play poor Ranzo ride road roll round sailed sailor seen shanty boys sight sing Songs soon stand started stay stood stopped talk tell There's thing thought took town trail tree turn Twas West wife wind woods Yankee young