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Cleanness

Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende

& rekken vp alle þe resounz þat ho by ri3t askez,

Fayre formez my3t he fynde in for[þ]ering his speche

& in þe contrare kark & combraunce huge.

For wonder wroth is þe Wy3þat wro3t alle þinges

Wyth þe freke þat in fylþe fol3es Hym after,

As renkez of relygioun þat reden & syngen

& aprochen to hys presens & prestez arn called;

by Anonymous Americas

Confederate Memorial Day

The marching armies of the past

Along our Southern plains,

Are sleeping now in quiet rest

Beneath the Southern rains.

The bugle call is now in vain

To rouse them from their bed;

To arms they'll never march again—

They are sleeping with the dead.

by Anonymous Americas

The Hell-Bound 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

Fling Out The Anti Slavery Flag

Fling out the Anti-slavery flag

On every swelling breeze;

And let its folds wave o'er the land,

And o'er the raging seas,

Till all beneath the standard sheet,

With new allegiance bow;

And pledge themselves to onward bear

The emblem of their vow.

by Anonymous Americas

The Soldier's Grave

Breathe not a whisper here;

The place where thou dost stand is hallowed ground;

In silence gather near this upheaved mound -

Around the soldier's bier.

Here Liberty may weep,

And Freedom pause in her unchecked career,

To pay the sacred tribute of a tear

O'er the pale warrior's sleep.

by Anonymous Americas

Times Is Hard

Please don't burn our shit-house down,

Mother has promised to pay.

Father's away on the ocean wave,

And sister's in the family way,

Brother dear has gonorrhea,

And times is fucking hard.

So please don't burn our shit-house down,

Or we'll all have to shit in the yard.

by Anonymous Americas

A Jest Of Robin Hood

Lyth and lystyn, gentilmen,

All that nowe be here;

Of Litell Johnn, that was the knighes man,

Goode myrth ye shall here.

It was upon a mery day

That yonge men wolde go shete;

Lytell Johnn fet his bowe anone,

And sayde he wolde them mete.

by Anonymous Americas

The Ghost of Goshen

Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow,

Where rushing rills, with flash and flow,

Are over the rough rocks falling;

Where fox, where bear, and catamount hide,

In holes and dens In the mountain side,

A Circuit-preacher once used to ride,

And his name was Rufus Rawling.

He was set in his ways and what was strange,

by Anonymous Americas

Decreed

Into all lives some rain must fall,

Into all eyes some tear-drops start,

Whether they fall as gentle shower,

Or fall like fire from an aching heart.

Into all hearts some sorrow must creep,

Into all souls some doubtings come,

Lashing the waves of life's great deep

From dimpling waters to seething foam.

by Anonymous Americas

A Cattleman's Prayer

Now O Lord please lend thine ear,

The prayer of the Cattleman to hear;

No doubt many prayers to thee seem strange,

But won't you bless this cattle range?

Bless the round-up year by year

And don't forget the growing steer;

Water the land with brooks and rills

For my cattle that roam a thousand hills.

by Anonymous Americas

I Am An Abolitionist

I am an Abolitionist!

I glory in the name:

Though now by Slavery’s minions hiss’d

And covered o’er with shame,

It is a spell of light and power —

The watchword of the free : ——

Who spurns it in the trial-hour,

A craven soul is he !

by Anonymous Americas

The Man in the Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self

and the world makes you king for a day

Just go to the mirror and look at yourself

and see what that man has to say

For it isn't your father or mother or wife

who judgment upon you must pass

The fellow whose verdict counts the most in your life

is the one staring back from the glass

by Anonymous Americas