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I Saw Three Ships

© Anonymous

I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day, on Christmas day;I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day in the morning.

I Have a Gentil Cook

© Anonymous

I haue a gentil cook, Crowyt me day.He doth me rysyn erly, My matyins for to say.

I Don't Want to Die

© Anonymous

I WANT to go home,I want to go home,I don't want to go in the trenches no more,Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel they whistle and roar

The History of Sixteen Wonderful Old Women

His Golden Locks Time hath to Silver Turn'd

Hind Horn

© Anonymous

In Scotland there was a babie born, Lill lal, etc.And his name it was called young Hind Horn. With a fal lal, etc.

Her I was and Her I Drank

© Anonymous

Her I was and her I drank.Far wyll dam and mykyll thank!Her I was and had gud cher,And her I drank wyll gud ber.

The Hearse Song

© Anonymous

VERSION ##1.2You don't know whether to laugh or cry;1.3For you know some day it'll get you too,1.4And the hearse's next load may consist of -- you.

God Save The King

© Anonymous

God save great George our king Long live our noble king, God save the king.Send him victorious,Happy and glorious,Long to reign over us, God save the king.

God Rest you Merry, Gentlemen

© Anonymous

God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay,For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day,To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray

Get Up and Bar the Door

© Anonymous

##. And a gay time it was then,When our goodwife got puddings to make, And she 's boild them in the pan.

Frankie and Johnnie

© Anonymous

Frankie and Johnnie were lovers,O, my Gawd, how they could love,They swore to be true to each other,As true as the stars above; He was her man, but he done her wrong.

Foweles in the Frith

© Anonymous

Foweles in the frith,The fisses in the flod,And I mon waxe wod;Mulch sorwe I walke withFor best of bon and blod.

For Christmas Day: Hark! the Herald Angels Sing

Hark! the herald Angels sing,Glory to the new-born King,Peace on earth and mercy mild,God and sinner reconcil'd. Hark! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King.

For Christmas Day in the Morning

© Anonymous

The first Nowell the Angel did sayWas to three poor Shepherds in the fields as they lay;In fields where they lay keeping their sheepIn a cold winter's night that was so deep

A flea and a fly in a flue

© Anonymous

A flea and a fly in a flueWere imprisoned, so what could they do? Said the fly: `Let us flee' Said the flea: `Let us fly!'So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

They have met -- that small band, resolved to be free,As the fierce winds of Heaven that course over the sea --They have met, in bright hope, with no presage of fear,Tho' the bugle and drum of the foeman they hear:Some seize the dread rifle, some wield the tall pike,For God and their country -- for Freedom they strike,No proud ensign of glory bespeaks their renown,Yet the scorn of defiance now darkens their frown