Cape Cod Ballads, and Other Verse eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 71 pages of information about Cape Cod Ballads, and Other Verse.

LIST OF DRAWINGS

THE LIFE-SAVER, “He’s a hero born and bred, but it hasn’t swelled his head.”

The Bullfrog serenade,
“With the big green-coated leader’s double-bass.”

The old daguerreotypes,
“Grandpa’s collar a show.”

Our first fire-crackers,
“Do yer ’member how yer fired ’em, slow and
careful, one by one?”

Hezekiah’s Art,
“I swan, he did look like a daisy!”

The school-committee man,
“‘And with—­ahem—­er—­as I said before.’”

When the minister comes to tea,
“He sets and says it’s lovely.”

The village Oracle,
“’Well now, I vum!  I know, by gum! 
I’m right because I be!’”

The ballad of MCCARTY’S trombone,
“’By—­Killarney’s—­lakes—­and—­fells,
Toot—­tetoot toot—­toot—­toot—­dells!’”

His new brother,
“Why’d they buy a baby brother,
When they know I’d good deal ruther
Have a dog?”

A college training,
“‘That was jolly, Guv’nor, now we’ll practice every day.’”

A Thanksgiving dream,
“He stood up on his drumsticks.”

The popular song,
“The washwoman sings it all wrong.”

Matildy’s beau,
“I recollect I spent an hour a-tyin’ my cravat.”

My old gray nag,
“He ain’t the sort that the big-bugs sport”

May memories,
“Oh, the lazy days of boyhood, when the
world was fair and new!”

Ninety-eight in the shade,
“Collar kerflummoxed all over my neck.”

November’s come,
“Hey, you swelled-up turkey feller!”

The ant and the Grasshopper,
“The Grasshopper wore his summer clothes,
And stood there kicking his frozen toes.”

The light-keeper,
“It seems ter me that’s all there is: 
jest do your duty right.”

The reg’lar Army man,”
“They ain’t no tears shed over him
When he goes off ter war.”

A rainy day,
“‘Settin’ ’round and dreamin’.”

Jim,”
“Seem to see her tucked in bed,
With the kitten’s furry head
Peekin’ out.”

CAPE COD BALLADS

THE COD-FISHER

Where leap the long Atlantic swells
  In foam-streaked stretch of hill and dale,
Where shrill the north-wind demon yells,
  And flings the spindrift down the gale;
Where, beaten ’gainst the bending mast,
  The frozen raindrop clings and cleaves,
With steadfast front for calm or blast
  His battered schooner rocks and heaves.

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