Tents of Trouble e-bog
68,60 DKK
(inkl. moms 85,75 DKK)
Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. For th' city's roar an' th' music's ring (rustle o' skirts an' an ole time fling An' a chance for an' easy breath. I've lighted my fires at evenin' 'neath stars you never have seen I've tarried whiles on vacant i...
E-bog
68,60 DKK
Forlag
Forgotten Books
Udgivet
27 november 2019
Genrer
Poetry
Sprog
English
Format
pdf
Beskyttelse
LCP
ISBN
9780243690923
Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. For th' city's roar an' th' music's ring (rustle o' skirts an' an ole time fling An' a chance for an' easy breath. I've lighted my fires at evenin' 'neath stars you never have seen I've tarried whiles on vacant isles, an' th' waves that whip between. But whether I sweat on th' Congo, or freeze on th' bergs o Svork I 'dream at night, 0' th' arch 0' light that swings over Home - New York! For I've hung my warsh in a Temple, an' I've eaten a Sacred Cow Oh, I own nine lives an' fourteen Wives (but none 0' them's with me now Thank Gawd!) An' there's thousands 0' miles between me an' th' shores 0' th' only town; An' I'm dreamin' to-night by th' camp fire dim; (sick 0' th' Trail an' th' Weather's Whim;) An' I'd take a chance at a distance swim If I knew darn well I'd drown!