Granny
Granny's come to our house, And ho
my lawzy-daisy
All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin' crazy
Fetched a cake fer little Jake, And fetched a pie fer Nanny, And fetched a pear fer all the pack That runs to kiss their Grann...
Granny's come to our house, And ho
my lawzy-daisy
All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin' crazy
Fetched a cake fer little Jake, And fetched a pie fer Nanny, And fetched a pear fer all the pack That runs to kiss their Grann...
Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me,
Death And take a Life that wearies me
Form:
People live forever in Jacksonville and St
Petersburg and Tampa,
But you don't have to live forever to become a grampa
The entrance requirements for grampahood are comparatively mild,
Come,
Reason, come
each nerve rebellious bind,
Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul;
Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Come Time, the anchor-hold of my desire,
My last resort whereto my hopes appeal,
Cause once the date of her disdain t'expire;
Make her the sentence of her wrath repeal
'I have come to take your place, sister,
At the high fire in the forest's heart
Your eyes have grown dull, your tears cloudy,
Your hair is gray
Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save
Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One),
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
Come Sleep;
O Sleep
the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
See they come, post haste from Thanet,
Lovely couple, side by side;
They've left behind them Richard
With the Parents of the Bride