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Gil Morrice. A Scottish Ballad
Gil Morrice was an erles son,
His name it waxed wide:
It was nae for his great riches,
Nor zet was mickle pride;
Bot it was for a lady gay,
That livd on Carron side.
'Quhair sall I get a bonny boy,
That will win hose and shoen;
That will gae to Lord Barnard's ha',
And bid his lady cum?
And ze maun rin my errand, Willie,
And ze may rin wi' pride;
Quhen other boys gae on their foot,
On horse-back ze sall ride.'
'O no! O no! my master dear!
I dare nae for my life;
I'll no gae to the bauld barons,
For to triest furth his wife.'
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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Goody Blake and Harry Gill
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter?
What is't that ails young Harry Gill?
That evermore his teeth they chatter,
Chatter, chatter, chatter still!
Of waistcoats Harry has no lack,
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
In March, December, and in July,
'Tis all the same with Harry Gill;
The neighbours tell, and tell you truly,
His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
At night, at morning, and at noon,
'Tis all the same with Harry Gill;
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon,
His teeth they chatter, chatter still!
Young Harry was a lusty drover,
And who so stout of limb as he?
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poem by William Wordsworth
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The Mocking Fairy
'Won't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy, nidding, nodding in the garden;
'Can't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy, laughing softly in the garden;
But the air was still, the cherry boughs were still,
And the ivy-tod neath the empty sill,
And never from her window looked out Mrs. Gill
On the Fairy shrilly mocking in the garden.
'What have they done with you, you poor Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy brightly glancing in the garden;
'Where have they hidden you, you poor old Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy dancing lightly in the garden;
But night's faint veil now wrapped the hill,
Stark 'neath the stars stood the dead-still Mill,
And out of her cold cottage never answered Mrs. Gill
The Fairy mimbling, mambling in the garden.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Things happen is life that we must always be ready for!
You know how are parents are always trying to say that there just preparing us for the real world, well be thankful things happen they’ve been through it if not everything. Something’s in life you must prepare for and see it in a new way for me, I see life as a book life like a book and not just an ordinary one it’s one of those that you must take your time reading. Otherwise you’ll miss something really important there’s always a detail or something to learn, but as you turn the page in your mind you say oh or yeah like your understanding or likeness. Unfortunately some people never get to there story weather it is by accident or purpose, and as friends and family or just associates we all have to be ready for life. Sometimes life can end in a heartbeat or prolonged suffering I say to you never underestimate the person next to you, cause they could be going through a lot more than yourself. Sometimes the smartest guys is only that way because he escapes to a library to get away from his parents, arguing or complain on the things that he or she has no control over which may also apply to the most athletic person. Some of have friends whom we may entrust to hold or secrets and share our pain, others do not I Allen gill jr ask that we as students of Glenville high school don’t just look at him or her but as brother and sister. Let go of this pain and hate for they blind you from the happiness you could have in life. I know sometimes we want to yell and scream but we need to keep converting that energy to something more useful, but sometimes we have to be ready cause here comes that curve ball from life whereas we just explode because people are dumping there problems on us. We try so hard to help them that we forget about ourselves so what im trying to say is be ready for life, just prepare things will happen no ones life is prefect not even for celebrities so don’t just say “oh I’m going to be a celebrity when I graduate” life is so much harder than what we may think the time and effort to make dreams come true comes at such a great cost I ask are you ready to spend the time needed or will you end up on the corner we all have the potential to do so much more with our lives don’t let other people be your fall from fame I ask you to stand up and be you Glenville students and staff.
By Allen gill senior classman and homecoming king candidate
poem by Allen gill
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Jack and Gill
Jack and Gill
Went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down
And broke his crown,
And Gill came tumbling after.
poem by Anonymous English
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The Football Match
I.
O wild kaleidoscopic panorama of jaculatory arms and legs.
The twisting, twining, turning, tussling, throwing, thrusting,
throttling, tugging, thumping, the tightening thews.
The tearing of tangled trousers, the jut of giant calves protuberant.
The wriggleness, the wormlike, snaky movement and life of it;
The insertion of strong men in the mud, the wallowing, the stamping with thick shoes;
The rowdyism, and élan, the slugging and scraping, the cowboy Homeric ferocity.
(Ah, well kicked, red legs! Hit her up, you muddy little hero, you!)
The bleeding noses, the shins, the knuckles abraded:
That's the way to make men! Go it, you border ruffians, I like ye.
II.
Only two sorts of men are any good, I wouldn't give a cotton hat for no other --
The Poet and the Plug Ugly. They are picturesque. O, but ain't they?
These college chaps, these bouncing fighters from M'Gill and Toronto,
Are all right. I must have a fighter, a bully, somewhat of a desperado;
Of course, I prefer them raw, uneducated, unspoiled by book rot;
I reckon these young fellows, these howling Kickapoos of the puddle, these boys,
Have been uneducated to an undemocratic and feudal-aristocratic extent;
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poem by Anonymous Americas
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Two-An'-Six
Merry voices chatterin',
Nimble feet dem patterin',
Big an' little, faces gay,
Happy day dis market day.
Sateday, de marnin' break,
Soon, soon market-people wake;
An' de light shine from de moon
While dem boy, wid pantaloon
Roll up ober dem knee-pan,
'Tep across de buccra lan'
To de pastur whe' de harse
Feed along wid de jackass,
An' de mule cant' in de track
Wid him tail up in him back,
All de ketchin' to defy,
No ca' how dem boy might try.
In de early marnin'-tide,
When de cocks crow on de hill
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poem by Claude McKay
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Scotch Drink
Gie him strong drink until he wink,
That's sinking in despair;
An' liquor guid to fire his bluid,
That's prest wi' grief and care:
There let him bouse, an' deep carouse,
Wi' bumpers flowing o'er,
Till he forgets his loves or debts,
An' minds his griefs no more.
Solomon's Proverbs, xxxi. 6, 7.
Let other poets raise a fracas
'Bout vines, an' wines, an' drucken Bacchus,
An' crabbit names an'stories wrack us,
An' grate our lug:
I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us,
In glass or jug.
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poem by Robert Burns (1785)
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If It Weren't For Him (feat. Rosanne Cash)
(Vince Gill - Rosanne Cash)
Wince Gill & Rosanne Cash
If she'd only knew what I was thinking
If she'd only knew what was in my head
Why can't she see my heart is breaking
She'd be mine if it weren't for him.
So many times I dreamed I had her
I call her name when I lay down
Still I can't learn to live without
Her jealous heart is all I found.
See your face would be my destiny
Now I won't take what you can give to me
This lonely place is all I hope to find
If it weren't for him then you'd be mine.
--- Instrumental ---
If he'd only knew what I was thinking
If he'd only knew what was in my head
Why can't he see my heart is breaking
He'd be mine if it weren't for him.
You'd be mine if it weren't for him...
song performed by Vince Gill
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If It Weren't For Him (feat. Rosanne Cash)
(Vince Gill - Rosanne Cash)
Wince Gill & Rosanne Cash
If she'd only knew what I was thinking
If she'd only knew what was in my head
Why can't she see my heart is breaking
She'd be mine if it weren't for him.
So many times I dreamed I had her
I call her name when I lay down
Still I can't learn to live without
Her jealous heart is all I found.
See your face would be my destiny
Now I won't take what you can give to me
This lonely place is all I hope to find
If it weren't for him then you'd be mine.
--- Instrumental ---
If he'd only knew what I was thinking
If he'd only knew what was in my head
Why can't he see my heart is breaking
He'd be mine if it weren't for him.
You'd be mine if it weren't for him...
song performed by Vince Gill
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