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A Shilling In The Meter (Fun Poem 76)
Quick
put a shilling in the meter
let the sun come out to play.
The sun being expensive
that shilling won’t last that long
and soon the rain will come back
and the sun will fade away.
I searched my pockets,
and hunted high and low
for another shilling for the meter,
but there wasn’t one there.
So we are stuck with rain
from Monday and Sunday now,
unless someone out there
has another shilling for the meter
somewhere.
28 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Any Kings Shilling
Youre a fine one, oh yes you are
Youre a fine one just like me
And were friends now, oh wouldnt you say?
Weve been friends now, oh havent we?
Stay at home tonight if you know whats good for you
I cant say more it would be telling
For if you dont what will become of you
Just isnt worth any kings shilling
I will answer when they make that call, pull upon this ragged uniform
Up til now I know its been your trade
Spit and polish the potato parade
Stay at home tonight if you know whats good for you
I cant say more it would be telling
For if you dont what will become of you
Just isnt worth any kings shilling
Please dont put your silly head in that pretty soldiers hat
Youve done your duty, thats enough of that
I dont know if what Im doing is right
I dont know if you should be forgiving
But for me it seems it means my life
While for you it could just be a living
Stay at home tonight if you know whats good for you
I cant say more it would be telling
For if you dont what will become of you
Just isnt worth any kings shilling
Please dont put your silly head in that british soldiers hat
Youve done your duty thats enough of that
Youre a fine one, oh yes you are
Youre a fine one, just like me
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Love On A Farmboys Wages
High climbs the summer sun
High stands the corn
And tonight when my work is done
We will borrow your fathers carriage
We will drink and prepare for marriage
Soon my darling, soon my darling
Chorus: shilling for the fellow who brings the sheep in
Shilling for the fellow who milks the herd
Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping
How can we feed love on a farmboys wages?
Deep under winter snow
Deep lay the lambs
And tonight by the full moons glow
Flask of wine on my feather bedding
We will drink and prepare for wedding
Soon my darling, soon my darling
Chorus
People think that Im no good
Painting pictures carving wood
Be a rich man if I could
But the only job I do well is here on the farm
On the farm
And its breaking my back
We will borrow your fathers carriage
We will drink and prepare for marriage
Soon my darling, soon my darling
Chorus
song performed by by Xtc
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Love On A Farmboys Wages
High climbs the summer sun
High stands the corn
And tonight when my work is done
We will borrow your fathers carriage
We will drink and prepare for marriage
Soon my darling, soon my darling
Chorus: shilling for the fellow who brings the sheep in
Shilling for the fellow who milks the herd
Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping
How can we feed love on a farmboys wages?
Deep under winter snow
Deep lay the lambs
And tonight by the full moons glow
Flask of wine on my feather bedding
We will drink and prepare for wedding
Soon my darling, soon my darling
Chorus
People think that Im no good
Painting pictures carving wood
Be a rich man if I could
But the only job I do well is here on the farm
On the farm
And its breaking my back
We will borrow your fathers carriage
We will drink and prepare for marriage
Soon my darling, soon my darling
Chorus
song performed by by Xtc
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An Indian tribe is sovereign to the extent that the U.S. permits it to be sovereign.
quote by Russell Smith
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Not to discontinue our allegiance, in this case, would be to join with the sovereign in promoting the slavery and misery of that society, the welfare of which, we ourselves, as well as our sovereign, are indispensably obliged to secure and promote, as far as in us lies.
quote by Jonathan Mayhew
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Sovereignty is a word that is used often but it has really no specific meaning. Sovereignty today is nominal. Any number of countries that are sovereign are sovereign only nominally and relatively.
quote by Zbigniew Brzezinski
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Striking
It was a railway passenger,
And he lept out jauntilie.
'Now up and bear, thou stout porter,
My two chattels to me.
'Bring hither, bring hither my bag so red,
And portmanteau so brown:
(They lie in the van, for a trusty man
He labelled them London town
'And fetch me eke a cabman bold,
That I may be his fare, his fare;
And he shall have a good shilling,
If by two of the clock he do me bring
To the Terminus, Euston Square.'
'Now,--so to thee the saints alway,
Good gentleman, give luck, -
As never a cab may I find this day,
For the cabman wights have struck:
And now, I wis, at the Red Post Inn,
Or else at the Dog and Duck,
Or at Unicorn Blue, or at Green Griffin,
The nut-brown ale and the fine old gin
Right pleasantly they do suck.'
'Now rede me aright, thou stout porter,
What were it best that I should do:
For woe is me, an I reach not there
Or ever the clock strike two.'
'I have a son, a lytel son;
Fleet is his foot as the wild roebuck's:
Give him a shilling, and eke a brown,
And he shall carry thy chattels down,
To Euston, or half over London town,
On one of the station trucks.'
Then forth in a hurry did they twain fare,
The gent, and the son of the stout porter,
Who fled like an arrow, nor turned a hair,
Through all the mire and muck:
'A ticket, a ticket, sir clerk, I pray:
For by two of the clock must I needs away.'
'That may hardly be,' the clerk did say,
'For indeed--the clocks have struck.'
poem by Charles Stuart Calverley
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You who live
You who live now in this world
And which live sovereign in virtue,
It is to you death remembered?
Your fathers are in the deep pit
Eaten worms, without lance and ecu,
You who live now in this world
And which reign sovereign in virtue.
Warn there and carry out round life,
Because while living will be cold and chanu,
Because in the end will die pare and naked.
You who live now in this world
And which reign sovereign in virtue
It is to you death remembered?
poem by Eustache Deschamps
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Answered, for Lord William Hamilton
Good Madam, when ladies are willing,
A man must needs look like a fool;
For me, I would not give a shilling
For one who would love out of rule.
You should leave us to guess by your blushing,
And not speak the matter so plain;
'Tis ours to write and be pushing,
'Tis yours to affect a disdain.
That you're in a terrible taking,
By all these sweet oglings I see;
But the fruit that can fall without shaking,
Indeed is too mellow for me.
poem by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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The forces of good and evil are working within and around me, I must choose, and in a free will universe I do have a choice.
The people have spoken. Their decision is sovereign. We all respect it... I wish good luck to those who will now govern France.
quote by Alain Juppe
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God’s Providence
All that The Lord does is good, as He controls every land,
In ways only God could, moving with His Sovereign Hand,
And if all believers only would, take for Christ a firm stand,
Then more unbelievers could, come to God to understand.
All that the Lord does for man, is within His Sovereign Will,
As the Lord God’s Eternal Plan, He within a life does fulfill.
Any man’s time and life span, can be long or brought to nil,
But, knowing the Son of Man, our hearts in Him can be still.
It was all of God’s Providence, that we’re even on this earth,
And not by just luck or chance, but we came through a birth.
It’s only through His recompense, that we have eternal worth,
Saved from sin for God, hence, He fills us with joy and mirth.
Created by God and given life, as part of earth’s human race,
In what now is a world of strife, so He came to us with Grace,
With the sin all around so rife, and Satan in his deadly chase,
He sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to save us from a sinful place.
For, life in Christ is very good, beyond all we can understand,
A life available to every man, by simple faith, if they only will,
Accept His Grace and Providence, for a life beyond the earth,
For all believers that’s Paradise, all provided by God’s Grace.
(Copyright ©01/2009)
The general who advances without coveting fame and retreats without fearing disgrace, whose only thought is to protect his country and do good service for his sovereign, is the jewel of the kingdom.
The best way of learning to be an independent sovereign state is to be an independent sovereign state.
quote by Kwame Nkrumah
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A Soldiers Tale
The scum of the earth you called us
In your fancy boots and clothes,
But it was us who faced the guns
And on your orders died
For a shilling in our pocket
And a flogging on our back.
Us Tommies, English, Scots and Welsh
Aye, and Irish too, us lions of the Isles
We stood and fought around the world
And saw how big it was
And when we were finished
A quarter of it was ours.
What a way to live and die
For us poor boys in red
But we took our shilling
And our floggings too,
And when you sent us off to war
We fought and mostly won.
When we stood in that thin red line
We showed them how to fight,
Then supped and tupped
In every place we went.
Yet all the time you treated us
Like shite beneath your feet.
But we saw through you toffs
With your boots and fancy accents,
Your polished schoolboy airs.
Us Tommies, us lions,
We'd seen it all before.
When the cannon and the muskets roared
It was us who stood and faced them
And on your orders died.
But when the guns fell silent
And our blood soaked the earth
It was you who got the medals
And us who paid the price.
poem by Paul Anthony
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Charity
O why your good deeds with such pride do you scan,
And why that self-satisfied smile
At the shilling you gave to the poor working man,
That lifted you over the stile?
'Tis not much; all the bread that can with it be bought,
Will scarce give a morsel to each
Of his eight hungry children;-reflection and thought
Should you more humility teach.
Vainglory's a worm which the very best action
Will taint, and its soundness eat through;
But to give one's self airs for a small benefaction,
Is folly and vanity too.
The money perhaps by your father or mother
Was furnished you but with that view;
If so, you were only the steward of another,
And the praise you usurp is their due.
Perhaps every shilling you give in this way
Is paid back with two by your friends;
Then the bounty you so ostentatious display,
Has little and low selfish ends.
But if every penny you gave were your own,
And giving diminished your purse;
By a child's slender means think how little is done,
And how little for it you're the worse.
You eat, and you drink; when you rise in the morn,
You are clothed; you have health and content;
And you never have known, from the day you were born,
What hunger or nakedness meant.
The most which your bounty from you can subtract
Is an apple, a sweetmeat, a toy;
For so easy a virtue, so trifling an act,
You are paid with an innocent joy.
Give thy bread to the hungry, the thirsty thy cup;
Divide with the afflicted thy lot:
This can only be practised by persons grown up,
Who've possessions which children have not.
Having two cloaks, give one (said our Lord) to the poor;
In such bounty as that lies the trial:
But a child that gives half of its infantile store
Has small praise, because small self-denial.
poem by Charles Lamb
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Desert Me Never
Hold me close desert me never
as of this day I pray oh Lord
to you I surrender - my deliverer
only to you my sovereign lord
When the wind blows a storm
keep me safe in your arms
This I pray my sovereign Lord
see pity of this unworthy ward
Desert me never in pain and ill
In times of confusions that perils my will
I always thought I was absent from you
Oh Lord, of this I was wrong
It was I who deserted you
A fool am I desert me never
poem by Godfrey Morris
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The New Recruit
The lads were once my comrades,
They stay at home content.
And now's the time of cricket,
They count the days well spent.
They walk with girls o' Sundays,
All in their Sunday clothes;
And of a Sunday evening
Go where good liquor flows.
Their way's no longer my way,
For I must follow now
The drum-tap and the bugle,
While they're for shop and plough.
Good-bye, good-bye, kind people,
And all I leave behind,
To girls that used to kiss me,
To one was never kind.
Good-bye, my girl unwilling,
I shall not vex you sore,
For I have taken the shilling
And I come home no more.
I heard the drums a-drumming,
And I ran out to see;
The soldiers and the fighting,
They mattered nought to me.
Good-bye, my girl that grieved me.
The bugles whistled, Come.
And I, -- stepped in the roadway
And marched beside the drum.
Lord, I was proud, uplifted.
I held my head so high;
And all the girls were doating
With love as we went by!
The boys who stood and jeered me
May live to three-score-ten,
While I'm cut down at morning
Among the fighting men.
But Lord, the people shouting!
The glory tasted sweet,
And the eyes of the girls all doating
As we marched down the street.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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