Miscellaneous

A girl that I know just turned forty,
She had been in her youth often naughty,
So she said: "I have done
With the life that has gone,"
And settled down with a dog and mint tea.


There was a young lady from Minsk,
Who searched far and wide for her prince,
When she found him she cried:
"I've a thorn in my side!"
But she's had a pain in the arse ever since.

A child, a child,
There is coming a child!
Like the devil approaching 
On a chariot wild.

I see horses career
As they charge swift and near,
Possess as they are,
By that demon, that fear.

Lash after lash
Drives the beast, teeth a-gnash,
Toward us and our silence
To shatter all in a flash.

But we must hold fast the course,
We must have no remorse,
Even if it trample us dead,
If we fall under its force. 

Dear Lucy, 
What will you be 
When you climb down from that tree?
 
Will you grow up wild, 
A bright, wild child, 
And move away from me? 

Will you cut your hair, 
Your flame-red hair, 
And long to be set free? 

Will you sail away, 
Far, far, away, 
Across the wide blue sea? 

Will you find a love, 
And forever love, 
As two turn into three? 

Will you build a home, 
A home sweet home, 
With nails and cakes and tea? 

Will your flowers grow, 
As you sow and grow, 
And think no more of me? 

Dear Lucy, 
What will you be,
When you climb down from that tree, 
And we are one and sixty?