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The dawn, dressed in white, has already opened the door to the sun, and caresses the flowers with its pink fingers. A mysterious trembling seems to disturb all nature. And yet you will not get up, and vainly I stand here sadly singing. Dress yourself also in white, and open the door to your serenader! Where you are not, there is no light;
And dressed herself up in her dead brother's clothes. She cut her hair close, and she stained her face brown, And went for a soldier to fair London Town. Then up spoke the sergeant one day at his drill, "Now who's good for nursing? A captain, he's ill." "I'm ready," said Polly. To nurse him she's gone, And finds it's her true love all wasted ...
Dan McGinty dressed so fine, Stood looking at a very high stone wall, When his friend, young Pat McCann, Says, “I’ll bet five dollars, Dan, I could carry you to the top without a fall.” So on his shoulders he took Dan, to climb the ladder he began, And soon commenced to reach up near the top; When McGinty, cute old rogue,
John Shakespeare's house, believed to be Shakespeare's birthplace, in Stratford-upon-Avon. Shakespeare was the son of John Shakespeare, an alderman and a successful glover (glove-maker) originally from Snitterfield in Warwickshire, and Mary Arden, the daughter of an affluent landowning family. [14]
"National Anthem of the Ancient Britons", also known as "Woad" or "The Woad Ode", is a humorous song, set to the tune of "Men of Harlech". It first became popular in the 1920s as a song in the British Boy Scouts [1] and appeared in The Hackney Scout Song Book (Stacy & Son Ltd, 1921).
Known for her devotion to Elsa Schiaparelli, severe dresses, and enormous brooches, she was widely considered the Best-Dressed Woman in the World, appearing on the list kept by American fashion ...
The song traces back from at least 1869, in The Wearing Of The Green Songbook, where it was sung with the melody of the music "The Wearing of the Green", and not with the more melancholic melody we know today. [2] Another early publication of the song was in a 19th-century publication, The Irish Singer's Own Book (Noonan, Boston, 1880). [3]