John Jeffreys - Little Trotty Wagtail
Little Trotty Wagtail he went in the rain And twittering, tottering sideways he ne'er got straight again He stooped to get a worm and looked up to get a fly And then he flew away
John Jeffreys - Merry Eye
On the day ere I was born Underneath the ragged thorn Three old women hobbled by One, she had an empty sack One, she had a humpy back One, she had a merry eye
John Jeffreys - Otterburn
The lad who went to Flanders Otterburn, Otterburn The lad who went to Flanders And never will return Though low he lies in Flanders Beneath the Flemish mud He
John Jeffreys - Poem for End
So the last poem is laid flat in its place And Crickley with Crucifix Comer leaves from my face Elizabethans and night-working thoughts -- of such grace And all the dawns that
John Jeffreys - Stow-on-the-Wold
I met an old man at Stow-on-the-Wold Who shook and shivered as though with cold And he said to me: " Six sons I had And each was a tall and a lively lad "But
John Jeffreys - The Farewell
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune As fair art thou, my bonnie
John Jeffreys - Thirteen Pence a Day
The Queen she sent to look for me The sergeant he did say "Young man, a soldier will you be For thirteen pence a day?" For thirteen pence a day did I Take off
John Jeffreys - 'Tis Time I Think
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge the land with snow Spring will not wait the
John Jeffreys - Who Is at My Window?
Who is at my window? Who? Who? Go from my window! Go! Go! Who calls there, like a stranger Go from my window! Go! "Lord, I am here, a wretched mortal That for thy
John Jeffreys - Tom Collier of Croydon
Tom Collier of Croydon hath sold his coals And made his market to-day; And now he danceth with the Devil For like will to like alway Wherefore let us rejoice and sing