Poems by Anonymous
Mademoiselle from Armentières
... 40'Cause her little marine he didn't come back, hinky dinky, parlee-voo ...
Madrigal
... e shee doth misse, When all her Robes are on:But Beauties selfe shee is, When all her Robes are gone ...
Maiden in the Mor Lay
... The chelde water of the -- The chelde water of the --Welle was hire dryng ...
Make we Mery bothe More and Lasse
... Then for my loue aske hym no mo,But to the stokkes then lett hym go, For now ys the tyme of Crystmas ...
Mary Hamilton
... nicht To be hangd in Edinbro town!'Last nicht there was four Maries, The nicht there 'l be but three ...
The Masque of B-ll--l
... shrimps onThat you'd become as thin as S-MPS-N:You might by trying to deferSo obstinate a questioner ...
May no Man Slepe in youre Halle
... Iblessyd be such byes That maketh such suyes By tuynne my lady thyes To dryve awey the flyes, Madame ...
Midnight Special
... derAn' the dress that she woah!Straw hat on her head,Piece of paper in her hand,Says, "Look here, Mr ...
The Mushroom
... The mushroom is a vegetableTo select it few are ableYou won't know them when you meet themYou won't know them 'til you eat themIf in heaven you awakenYou will know you were mistakenAnd the ones that you have eatenWeren't the ones you should have et. ...
My Friend Judge not me
... My friend iudge not me,Thou seest I iudge not thee:Betwixt the stirrop and the ground,Mercy I askt, mercy I found. ...
My Lefe ys Faren in a Lond
... She hath my hert in hold Where euer she ryde or go,With trew love a thousand fold ...
Nou Goth Sonne under Wode
... Me reweth, Marie, thi sone and the ...
Now I Lay me Down to Study
... Now I lay me down to studyI pray, dear Lord, I won't go nuttyAnd if I fail to learn this junkI pray, oh Lord, that I won't flunkBut if I do, don't pity me at allJust lay my bones in study hallTell the teacher I've done my bestThen pile my books upon my chestNow I lay me down to restI pray I pass tomorrow's testIf I should die before I wakeThat's one less test I'll have to take. ...
O Death, O Death, Rock Me Asleep
... ost tell:Lord, pity thou my soul! Death doth draw nigh, Sound dolefully: For now I die, I die, I die ...
Occidit Miserum Crambe Repetita Pupillum
... ss our exam,Till we're utterly sick of the Dane called Ham-let who comes in the play that Bill Wrote ...
