Poems begining by T
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The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate
© Askew Anne
Like as the armed knightAppointed to the field,With this world will I fightAnd Faith shall be my shield.
The Wife of Usher's Well
© Anonymous
##. And a wealthy wife was she;She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them oer the sea.
The Vicar Of Bray
© Anonymous
In good King Charles's golden days, When loyalty no harm meant;A furious High-Church man I was, And so I gain'd preferment
The Two Sisters
© Anonymous
There was twa sisters in a bowr, Edinburgh, EdinburghThere was twa sisters in a bowr, Stirling for ayThere was twa sisters in a bowr,There came a knight to be their wooer
The Twa Sisters o' Binnorie
© Anonymous
There were twa sisters sat in a bow'r; (Binnorie, O Binnorie!)A knight cam' there, a noble wooer, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie.
The Twa Corbies
© Anonymous
As I was walking all alane,I heard twa corbies making a mane;The tane unto the t'other say,"Where sall we gang and dine to-day?"
Tom Tyler and his Wife
© Anonymous
I am a poor tiler in simple array,And get a poor living, but eightpence a day,My wife as I get it, doth spend it away; And I cannot help it, she saith; wot we why? For wedding and hanging is destiny.
Times is Hard
© Anonymous
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,
The Time When I First Fell in Love
© Anonymous
The time when first I fell in love, Which now I must lament;The year wherein I lost such time To compass my content.
Thys Boke ys On
© Anonymous
Thys boke ys on, Crystys curs ys anodyr.He that sstellyth the ton, I pray Good send hym the todyr.
The Three Ravens
© Anonymous
There were three ravens sat on a tree,They were as black as they might be.
Thirti Dayes hath Nouembir
© Anonymous
Thirti dayes hath Nouembir,April, June, and Septembir;Of xxviijti is but oon,And all the remenaunt xxxti and j.
They say that I was in my youth
© Anonymous
They say that I was in my youthUncouth and ungainly, forsooth! I can only reply, 'Tis a lie! 'Tis a lie!I was couth -- I was perfectly couth.
There was a young plumber of Leigh
© Anonymous
There was a young plumber of LeighWas plumbing a maid by the sea. Said the maid, "Cease your plumbing, I think someone's coming."Said the plumber, still plumbing, "It's me."
There was a young man from Darjeeling
© Anonymous
There was a young man from Darjeeling,Who got on a bus bound for Ealing; It said at the door: `Don't spit on the floor.'So he carefully spat on the ceiling.
There was a young lady of Riga
© Anonymous
There was a young lady of RigaWho smiled as she rode on a tiger; They returned from the ride With the lady inside,And the smile on the face of the tiger.
There was a young bard of Japan
© Anonymous
There was a young bard of JapanWhose limericks never would scan; When they said it was so, He replied: `Yes, I know,But I make a rule of always trying to get just as many words into the last line as I possibly can
There once was a young man of Ghent
© Anonymous
There once was a young man of GhentWhose tool was so long that it bent. To save himself trouble He put it in double,And instead of coming, he went.
