’t is of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars,
And the whistling wind from the west-nor’-west blew through the pitch-pine spars;
With her starboard tacks aboard, my boys, she hung upon the gale;
On an autumn night we raised the light on the old Head of...

Poet: Anonymous

In dat GREAT GITTIN’-UP MORNIN’
I ’M a gwine to tell you bout de comin’ ob de Saviour,—
Fare you well, Fare you well,
Dere ’s a better day a-comin’,
When my Lord speaks to his Fader,
Says, Fader, I ’m tired o’ bearin’,
Tired o’ bearin’ for poor...

Poet: Anonymous

Sleep, little baby of mine,
Night and the darkness are near,
But Jesus looks down
Through the shadows that frown,
And baby has nothing to fear.

Shut, little sleepy blue eyes;
Dear little head, be at rest;
Jesus, like you,
Was a...

Poet: Anonymous

“now I lay,”—repeat it, darling.
  “Lay me,” lisped the tiny lips
Of my daughter, kneeling, bending
  O’er her folded finger-tips.

“Down to sleep”—“To sleep,” she murmured,
  And the curly head bent low;
“I pray the Lord,” I gently added;...

Poet: Anonymous

Twinkle, twinkle, little star;
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the glorious sun is set,
When the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the...

Poet: Anonymous

’t Is a lesson you should heed,
      Try, try, try again;
If at first you don’t succeed,
      Try, try, try again.

Once or twice though you should fail,
      Try again;
If you would at last prevail,
      Try again.
If we...

Poet: Anonymous

Old Master Brown brought his ferule down,
  And his face looked angry and red.
“Go, seat you there, now, Anthony Blair,
  Along with the girls,” he said.
Then Anthony Blair, with a mortified air,
  With his head down on his breast,
Took his...

Poet: Anonymous

Three children sliding on the ice
  Upon a summer’s day,
As it fell out they all fell in,
  The rest they ran away.

Now, had these children been at home,
  Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny
  They had not all been...

Poet: Anonymous

When good King Arthur ruled the land,
    He was a goodly king:
He stole three pecks of barley meal,
    To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the king did make,
    And stuffed it well with plums;
And in it put great lumps of fat,
    As...

Poet: Anonymous

There was a monkey climbed up a tree,
When he fell down, then down full he.

There was a crow sat on a stone,
When he was gone, then there was none.

There was an old wife did eat an apple,
When she had eat two, she had eat a couple.

There was...

Poet: Anonymous