A Song of Myself - Michael Gray

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"First movement of "Posthumous Keats""

◈ Genre → 2 ♬ Besetzung → SA ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 2

Instrumente Piano

Seiten 9

CPDL Nr. 43054

Bearbeiter Michael Gray

Veröffentlicht 2017-02-10

Lizenz Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives

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There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be. He took in his knapsack A book full of vow'ls And a shirt with some towels, A slight cap For night cap, A hair brush, Comb ditto, New stockings For old ones would split, O! This knapsack Tight at's back He riveted close To follow one's nose To the north, to the north, To follow one's nose to the north. There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he, For nothing would he do But scribble poetry. He took an ink stand In his hand And a pen Big as ten In the other And away in a pother He ran to the mountains And fountains And ghosts And posts And witches And ditches And wrote In his coat When the weather was cool, Fear of gout And without When the wether was warm. Och! the charm When we choose To follow one's nose To the north, to the north, To follow one's nose to the north. There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he, He ran away to Scotland The people for to see. There he found That the ground Was as hard That a yard Was as long, That a song Was as merry, That a cherry Was as red, That lead was as weighty Fourscore was as eighty, That a door was as wooden as in England! So he stood in his shoes And he wonder'd, he wonder'd, He stood in his shoes and he wonder'd. ''John Keats''