Poems by Henry Clay Work
Used-Up Joe
... All de limbs are torn off, an' de leabes gone akittin',- ...
When You Get Home, Remember Me
... the voice of one of their officers feebly shouting: "When ...
Little Major
... Strangers they, whose lips pronounce it, ...
Crossing the Grand Sierras
... And soon as the stroke from the bell we hear, ...
Where's My Billy Goat Gone To?
... Then for pails replaced and pails concealed ...
Poor Kitty Popcorn
... Carried forth and buried roughly 'mid the driving storm - Meyow! ...
Brave Boys Are They!
... The time has come when brothers must fight, ...
Grafted Into the Army
... Oh, Jimmy, farewell! Your brothers fell way down in Alabammy ...
Crying For Bread
... Now, don't speak of beggars! 'tis money you're owing: ...
Columbia's Guardian Angels
... [Are coming, are coming, are coming, are coming once more ...
Come, Pretty School-Girl!
... Flow'rs of rarest fragrance all the year shall bloom, ...
Mac O'Macorkity
... Yet they have their trials, and they have their troubles- ...
Don't Be Cruel to the Motherless Darlings
... 'Twould break their little hearts if, while in your keeping, ...
Song of a Thousand Years
... Though you should strive a thousand years ...
Sleeping for the Flag
... "When the wicked cease from troubling," brother, ...
