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The Slave-Auction--A Fact

Why stands she near the auction stand,

That girl so young and fair;

What brings her to this dismal place,

Why stands she weeping there?

Why does she raise that bitter cry?

Why hangs her head with shame,

As now the auctioneer's rough voice,

So rudely calls her name?

by Anonymous Americas

The Joy of Incompleteness

If all our life were one broad glare

Of sunlight, clear, unclouded;

If all our path were smooth and fair,

By no soft gloom enshrouded;

If all life's flowers were fully blown

Without the sweet unfolding,

And happiness were rudely thrown

On hands too weak for holding--

by Anonymous Americas

The Battle Cry Of Freedom (Southern Version)

Our flag is proudly floating

On the land and on the main,

Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!

Beneath it oft we've conquered,

And we'll conquer oft again!

Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!

CHORUS: Our Dixie forever!

by Anonymous Americas

Two Pictures

Two pictures hung on the dingy wall

of a grand old Florentine hall-

One was a child of beauty rare

With a cherub face and golden hair;

The lovely look whose radiant eyes

Filled the soul with thoughts of Paradise.

The other was a visage vile

Marked with the lines of lust and guile,

by Anonymous Americas

The Great Titanic

It was on one Monday morning just about one o'clock

When that great Titanic began to reel and rock;

People began to scream and cry,

Saying, "Lord, am I going to die?"

Chorus It was sad when that great ship went down, It was sad when that great ship went down, Husbands and wives and little children lost their lives, It was sad when that great ship went down

When that ship left England it was making for the shore,

by Anonymous Americas

Away Down South In The Land of Traitors

Away down South in the land of traitors,

Rattlesnakes and alligators,

Right away, come away, right away, come away.

Where cotton's king and men are chattels,

Union boys will win the battles,

Right away, come away, right away, come away.

Then we'll all go down to Dixie,

Away, away,

by Anonymous Americas

A Son Of A Gun

I wish I had a barrel of rum

and sugar three hundred pound.

I’d put it in the College bell

and stir it ‘round and ‘round.

Let ev’ry honest fellow

drink his glass of hearty cheer,

For I’m a student of old Dartmouth

and a son of a gun for beer.

by Anonymous Americas

Hell in Texas

The devil, we're told, in hell was chained,

and a thousand years he there remained,

and he never complained, nor did he groan,

but determined to start a hell of his own

where he could torment the souls of men

without being chained to a prison pen.

So he asked the lord if he had on hand

anything left when he made the land.

by Anonymous Americas

Eulogy for a veteran

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glint of snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in the mornings hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

by Anonymous Americas

A Riddle

Legs I have got, yet seldom do I walk;

I backbite many, yet I never talk:

In secret places most I seek to hide me,

For he who feeds me never can abide me.

by Anonymous Americas

Western Wind, When Will Thou Blow?

Western wind, when will thou blow?

The small rain down can rain.

Christ, if my love were in my arms,

And I in my bed again!

by Anonymous Americas

Hellbound Train

A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,

Having drunk so much he could drink no more;

So he fell asleep with a troubled brain

To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.

The engine with murderous blood was damp

And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;

An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,

While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.

by Anonymous Americas