by Anonymous
I When the frosty days are here, In the autumn of the year, And the woods are golden brown instead of green, Then we hear the goblins say, "Time to have our holiday, Time to celebrate the jolly… Read the rest
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Many Thousand Gone
by Anonymous
No more auction block for me, No more, no more; No more auction block for me, Many thousand gone. No more peck of corn for me, No more, no more; No mroe peck of corn for me, Many… Read the rest
Pumpkins in the Cornfield
by Anonymous
I There's pumpkins in the cornfield, (1) Big pumpkins in the cornfield, (2) There's pumpkins in the cornfield That wait for Hallow Eve. Chorus: They wait for Hallow Eve, They're laughing in their sleeve, (3) There's pumpkins… Read the rest
Taps
by Anonymous
Day is done, gone the sun, From the lake, from the hills, from the sky; All is well, safely rest, God is nigh. Fading light, dims the sight, And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright. From afar,… Read the rest
The Goblin Man
by Anonymous
When the Goblin Man, He comes to town, Look out! Look out! He'll carry you off to Goblin Land. Look out! Look out! And if you're good he will not stay, But turn a-round and run a-way But… Read the rest
The Soldier’s Dream of Home
by Anonymous
Stretched on the ground the war-worn soldier sleeps, Beside the lurid watch fire's fitful glare; And dreams that on the field of fame he reaps Renown and honors which he hastes to share With those beloved ones who… Read the rest
The True Meaning of Christmas (recited by Linus)
by Anonymous
Retrieved from A Charlie Brown Christmas: "I guess you were right, Linus. I shouldn't have picked this little tree," said Charlie Brown. "Everything I do turns into a disaster. I guess I don't really know what Christmas… Read the rest
Winter Sport
by Anonymous
Down, down the hill how swift I go! Over the ice, and over the snow; A horse or cart I do not fear. For past them both my sled I steer. Hurra! my boy! I'm going down, While… Read the rest
Yankee Doodle
by Anonymous
[Chorus] Yankee Doodle went to town A-riding on a pony, Stuck a feather in his cap And called it macaroni. Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy, Mind the music and the step, And with the girls… Read the rest
A Little Tiny Thing
by Anonymous
OUT in the garden Mary sat hemming a pocket-handkerchief, and there came a little insect running—oh, in such a hurry!—across the small stone table by her side.
The sewing was not done, for Mary liked doing nothing best, … Read the rest