1. party

  • Hans Breitmann’s Party

    Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
      Dey had biano-blayin;
    I felled in lofe mit a Merican frau,
      Her name was Madilda Yane.
    She had haar as prown ash a pretzel,
      Her eyes vas himmel-plue,
    Und ven dey looket indo mine,
      Dey shplit mine heart in two.

    Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
      I vent dere you ’ll pe pound.
    I...

    Charles Godfrey Leland

  • A Ballad of the Boston Tea-Party

    No! never such a draught was poured

      Since Hebe served with nectar

    The bright Olympians and their Lord,

      Her over-kind protector,—

    Since Father Noah squeezed the grape

      And took to such behaving

    As would have shamed our grandsire ape

      Before the days of shaving,—

    No! ne'er was...