Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The hawthorn sprinkled up and down
Should charge the land with snow.
Spring will not wait the loiterer's time
Who keeps so long away;
So others wear the broom and climb
The hedgerows heaped with may.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high snowdrifts in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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I Am Not Your Broom
Now broom, you must now sweep for me
The dust it fills my room
No, john, I will not sweep for you
For I am not your broom
What nonsense are you speaking, broom
My words you must obey
Another life awaits me and
Im leaving you today
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
Ive had enough, Im throwing off
My chains of servitude
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
No longer must I sweep for you
For I am not your broom
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Brooms Witches And Mothers
Witches have broom's
When i a child
Mother's had broom's
Mother's ran with broom's
Mother's ran fast with broom's
I was a very swift boy
I had to run from many broom's
Sometimes mother would strike with broom
Therefore throwing herself of balance
As i ran i would laugh
Like a kookaburra
She would become a angry mother with broom
She would call for me to stop running
So she could give me her broom
I would keep running
For i did not like broom's
Witches like broom's
Mother's like broom's
poem by Allan James Saywell
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A Happy Ending
i cannot always be a new
broom that must sweep well
your old floors
please take note of this
i cannot always be your new
broom that must sweep well
your garbage floors
please take note of this
time will make me an old broom
and you my dirty and old floor
overladen with scratch papers and
pens with dried inks and litters
and crumpled newspapers and torn
fashion pages scattered on your rough
floors,
time makes me a old, dirty broom
and now, ruined and stained, we shall
stay together, we now belong to each
other
please take note of this happy ending.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Believe My Time Ain't Long
Written by Robert Johnson.
I'm gettin' up soon in the morning
I believe I'll dust my broom
I'm gettin' up soon in the morning
I believe I'll dust my broom
I quit the best gal I'm loving, ah
Now my friends can get in my room
I'm gonna write a letter
Telephone every town I know
I'm gonna write a letter
Telephone every town I know
If I don't find her in Mississippi
She'll be in East Monroe I know
I don't want no woman
Want every downtown man she meet
No, I don't want no woman
Want every downtown man she meet
Man, she a no good darling
They'll shouldn't allow her on the street, yeah
break:
I believe
I believe my time ain't long
I believe
I believe my time ain't long
I ain't gonna leave my baby
and break up my happy home
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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On Wenlock Edge The Wood's In Trouble
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood;
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it threshed another wood.
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare;
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The thoughts that hurt him, they were there.
There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high;
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
Today the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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Dust My Broom
Written by elmore james / josea.
Im gettin up soon in the mornin
I believe Ill dust my broom
Im gettin up soon in the mornin
I believe Ill dust my broom
I quit the best Im lovin
Now my friends can get in my room
Im gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know
Im gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know
If I dont find her in mississippi
She be in east monroe I know
I dont want no woman
Who wants every downtown man she meets
I dont want no woman
Who wants every downtown man she meets
Man cause no good darlin
They shouldnt lie her on the street yeah
I believe, I believe my time aint long
I believe, I believe my time aint long
I aint gonna leave my baby
And break up my happy home
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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I Believe My Time Aint Long
Written by robert johnson.
Im gettin up soon in the morning
I believe Ill dust my broom
Im gettin up soon in the morning
I believe Ill dust my broom
I quit the best gal Im loving, ah
Now my friends can get in my room
Im gonna write a letter
Telephone every town I know
Im gonna write a letter
Telephone every town I know
If I dont find her in mississippi
Shell be in east monroe I know
I dont want no woman
Want every downtown man she meet
No, I dont want no woman
Want every downtown man she meet
Man, she a no good darling
Theyll shouldnt allow her on the street, yeah
Break:
I believe
I believe my time aint long
I believe
I believe my time aint long
I aint gonna leave my baby
And break up my happy home
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Pick Up That Broom and Sweep, Boy
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
So don't try sneakin' tippy toe on your feet,
Across this floor because it creaks.
And when that happens...
My dog Pete,
Will do his best to sink his teeth.
Right into your funky meat.
And you'll go screamin down the street.
And I'll report you to the police.
Who will bring you back here...
Once again until you sweep.
And it you don't do it,
You'll join those who've been deleted!
'You better pick up that broom,
And sweep, boy! '
~I gotcha 'boy' ol'man! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Long To Be Close To You
(burt bacharach / hal david)
Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me
They long to be close to you
Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me
They long to be close to you
On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moondust in your hair
And golden starlight in your eyes of blue
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around
Just like me
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On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moondust in your hair
And golden starlight in your eyes of blue
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around
Just like me
They long to be close you
Oh, just like me
They long to be close to you
Baby, baby, baby
They long to be so close to you
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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In the Rangitaki Valley
valley of waving broom,
O lovely, lovely light,
O hear of the world, red-gold!
Breast high in the blossom I stand;
It beats about me like waves
Of a magical, golden sea
The barren heart of the world
Alive at the kiss of the sun,
The yellow mantle of Summer
Flung over a laughing land,
Warm with the warmth of her body
Sweet with the kiss of her breath
O valley of waving broom,
O lovely, lovely light,
O mystical marriage of Earth
With the passionate Summer sun!
To her lover she holds a cup
And the yellow wine o'erflows.
He has lighted a little torch
And the whole of the world is ablaze.
Prodigal wealth of love!
Breast high in the blossom I stand.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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A Warm August Day In Old Duhallow
A warm August day in old Duhallow far north of here and miles away
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And songbirds silent on the hedgerows in Summer you seldom hear them sing
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poem by Francis Duggan
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Africa United
Long time mi waiting ole long, waiting waiting ole long
AFRICA united, is part of my plan
Taking charge of the resource to get back the land
Time again, time is now, time is right, Time for God
Look how long I been waiting, look how long I’ve been waiting
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You can not denied your super sub natural complexion
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On to the day is can feel the disposition of the wrongs
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Never give up a fight, never them dem your frown
We go, stop on the top, top of this Game is right
Open up to God, He is the ultimate might
poem by Christopher Blake
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Walnut Tree
Once there was a great storm
Pushed my head beneath the waves, I was gone
Underneath the walnut tree
Where you said you'd wait for me
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I waited a long, long time
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I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time
song performed by by Keane
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Its been a long time...
Since I held you tight.
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Everyday in this fight.
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poem by Philip Lore
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(They Long To Be) Close To You
Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon-dust
In your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
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On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon-dust
In your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
(Ah, aahh, aahh) Close to you
(Ah, aahh, aahh) Close to you
(Ah, aahh, aahh) Close to you
(Ah, aahh, aahh) Close to you
song performed by by Carpenters
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A new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows every corner.
New broom sweep clean, but de ole broom know de corner.
A new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows the corners.
So Good To Be Alive
A thing of beauty for all to behold
The capeweed in their lovely flowers of gold
And yellow blossoms covering the broom
It is a day of sunshine and of bloom,
Nesting birds chirp and sing on bush and tree
In the park of the old town by the sea
The chorus of the sweet voice of the Spring
And Nature's beauty an amazing thing
As beautiful as she has ever been
Mother Nature she looks stunning in her green
A high today of 22 degrees
And warmth in the sunshine and the breeze
Near prime of Spring and Summer on the way
And so good to be alive on such a day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A new broom sweeps well, but the old broom knows all the corners.