Andrew thanks for this hilarious!- just what I needed on a gloomy morning
clearing up after poets workshop Patrick
(ps I don't know many of the refs others are in the vaguely remembered
category)
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Sent: 09 February 2005 13:25
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Subject: anonfamiliarlines
A friend of mine just sent me this. I really have no idea where it came from
- I have asked him but he is so shy, maybe he won't tell me. If you know,
please tell me.
Andrew
Familiar Lines
THE boy stood on the burning deck,
His fleece was white as snow;
He stuck a feather in his hat,
John Anderson, my Jo!
"Come back, come back," he cried in grief,
From India's coral strands,
The frost is on the pumpkin and
The village smithy stands.
Am I a soldier of the cross
From many a boundless plain?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Where saints immortal reign?
Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon
Across the sands o' Dee,
Can you forget that night in June --
My country, 'tis of thee!
Of all sad words of tongue or pen,
We're saddest when we sing,
To beard the lion in his den --
To set before the king.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound,
And phoebus gins arise;
All mimsy were the borogroves
To mansions in the skies.
Anonymous
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