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Born in October 1, 1832 / Died in June 8, 1884 / United States / English

Poems by Henry Clay Work

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Marching Through Georgia

...    [Solo] "Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!" ...

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Andy Veto

... Guess that when vacation comes we'll change the firm, ...

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Grandmother Told Me So

... Till through the Benighted States freedom shall reign, ...

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Phantom Footsteps

... Hark! was that the doorhinge creaking ...

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Come to Me, Sunbeam! I'm Dying

... For the voice that might break this dead silence with music ...

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The Fire Bells Are Ringing

... But hark! With shriek and wail (With shriek and wail!) ...

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The Girls at Home

... Of the Stars and Stripes - the Stars and Stripes - ...

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The Days When We Were Young

... The mates of childhood - the friend of our youth - ...

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The Prayer on the Pier

... With orders, oaths, and farewells mingled, ...

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Take Them Away! They'll Drive Me Crazy

... Oh! the saucy, pretty, winning, witty, mischief-loving girls! ...

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Touch the Sleeping Strings Again

... The sleeping strings will thrill, I know: ...

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Kingdom Coming

... He's ole enough, big enough, ought to known better ...

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The First Love Dream

... He's the best man, you know, in the whole wide world, ...

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Uncle Joe's Hail Columbia

... Dis is what the war was brought for, ...

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Dad's a Millionaire

... I've turn'd him off-the tailor's clerk, you know, ...