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FIREFLY FISH 273 1. That, bended end to end, and flerted from the O joy! that in our embers hand
Is something that doth live.
FISH 9. (See also ANGLING) Wha'll buy my caller herrin'? The're no brought here without brave darin' Buy my caller herrin', Ye little ken their worth. Wha'll buy my caller herrin'? O you may ca’ them vulgar farin', Wives and mithers maist despairin' Ca' them lives o' men. Caller Herrin'. Old Scotch Song. Credited to LADY NAIRN. Claimed for NEIL Gow, who Pogo wrote the music. 10 ( Scott) “Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to a snail, “There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's ing on my tail! See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance: They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the dance?” LEwis CARRoLL–Song in Alice in Wonderland.
Far off itself doth cast, so does the salmon vaut.
16 Oh! say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, wo and bright stars, thro’ the perilous t, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting In alr, Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still there! CHORUs Oh! say, does that star spangled banneryetwave, oo: land of the free and the home of the rave! F. S. KEY-Star-Spangled Banner. To Anacreon in heaven, where he satin full glee, A few Sons of Harmony sent a petition, That he their inspirer and patron would be. RALPH Tomlinson–To Anacreon in Heaven. Music by John STAFFord SMITH. Tune of The Star-Spangled Banner (between 1770 and 1775) to which F. S. KEY set his words.
17 Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must when our cause it is just And this be our motto, “In God is our trust!”
FLAG FLAG 275 And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall 11 wave Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally O'er the land of the free and the home of the once again, brave. Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom, F. S. KEY-Star-Spangled Banner. We will rally from the hill-side, we'H gather (See also MoRRIs) from the plain,
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom.