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Fair Charlotte was a frozen corpse
And a word she no more spoke
Her flesh had become like fine china
And just as easily broke
If I had words to make a day for you
I('d) sing you a morning golden and new
I would make this day last for all time
Give you a night deep in moonshine
Young Charlotte lived by the mountain side in a wild and desolate spot,
No dwelling there for three miles round except her father's cot.
And still on many a wintry night young swains would gather there,
For her father kept a social board and she was young and fair.
Her father loved to see her dressed as fine as a city belle,
For she was the only child he had and he loved his daughter well.
It is New Year's eve, the sun is down, why beam her longing eyes
Out at the frosty window for to see the sleighs go by?
At a village inn fifteen miles off there is a merry ball tonight,
The air is cold and piercing, but her heart beats warm and light.
Yet restless beams her longing eyes till a well-known sound she hears,
When dashing up to the cottage door young Charlie's sleigh appears.
"Oh, daughter dear," the mother cries, "this blanket around you fold,
It is a dreadful night, you know, and you'll catch your death of cold."
"Oh, nay, oh nay!" fair Charlotte said, and she laughed like a gypsy queen.
"To ride in blankets, muffled up, I never shall be seen.
"My silken cloak is warm enough, you know it is lined throughout,
Besides, I have a silken shawl to tie my neck about."
Her bonnet and her gloves were on, she jumped into the sleigh,
And away they rode by the mountainside and over the hills away.
There is life in the sound of the merry bells as o'er the hills they go,
What a creaking do* the runners make as they bite the frozen snow.
With muffled face all silently, five cold long miles they passed,
When Charlie in a few frozen words the silence broke at last.
"Such a night as this I never knew, the reins I scarce can hold."
When Charlotte said in a feeble voice, "I am exceeding cold."
He cracked his whip and hurried his steeds more swiftly than before.
Until at length five other miles they quickly did pass o'er.
At length said Charles, "How fast the ice is gathering on my brow!"
Young Charlotte said in a feeble voice, "I am growing warmer now.
Still on they glide through the frosty air and in the cold starlight.
Until at length the village in and the ball-room were in sight.
They reached the place and Charles jumped out and held his hands for her,
"Why sit you there like a monument, have you no power to stir?"
He asked her once, he asked her twice; she answered not a word.
He asked her for her hand again, and yet she never stirred.
He took her hands within his own -- oh, God, they were cold as stone.
He tore the mantle from her brow, the cold stars on her shone.
Then quickly to the lighted hall her lifeless form he bore;
Young Charlotte was a frozen corpse and never spoke no more.
He sat himself down by her side, and the bitter tears did flow,
He said, "My dear intended bride, I never more shall know." **
He threw his arms around her neck and kissed her marble brow
And his thoughts went back to the place where she said, "I'm getting warmer now."
He put the corpse into the sleigh and quickly hurried home,
And when he reached the cottage door, oh, how her parents mourned!
They mourned for the loss of their daughter dear, and young Charlie mourned for his bride,
He mourned until his heart did break, and they slumber side by side.
Now, Charlotte lived on the mountainside,
In a bleak and dreary spot;
There was no house for miles around,
Except her father's cot.
And yet on many a wintry night,
Young swains were gathered there;
For her father kept a social board,
And she was very fair.
One New Year's Eve as the sun went down,
Far looked her wishful eye
Out from the frosty window pane
As merry sleighs went by.
In a village fifteen miles away,
Was to be a ball that night;
And though the air was heavy and cold,
Her heart was warm and light.
How brightly beamed her laughing eye,
As a well-known voice was heard;
And driving up to the cottage door,
Her lover's sleigh appeared.
"O, daughter dear," her mother cried,
"This blanket 'round you fold;
It is a dreadful night tonight,
You'll catch your death of cold."
"O, nay! O, nay!" young Charlotte cried,
And she laughed like a gypsy queen;
"To ride in blankets muffled up,
I never would be seen.
"My silken cloak is quite enough,
You know 'tis lined throughout;
Besides I have my silken scarf,
To twine my neck about."
Her bonnet and her gloves were on,
She stepped into the sleigh;
Rode swiftly down the mountain side,
And o'er the hills away.
With muffled face and silent lips,
Five miles at length were passed;
When Charles with few and shivering words,
The silence broke at last.
"Such a dreadful night I never saw,
The reins I scarce can hold."
Fair Charlotte shivering faintly said,
"I am exceeding cold."
He cracked his whip, he urged his steed
Much faster than before;
And thus five other dreary miles
In silence were passed o'er.
Said Charles, "How fast the shivering ice
Is gathering on my brow."
And Charlotte still more faintly said,
"I'm growing warmer now."
So on they rode through frosty air
And glittering cold starlight,
Until at last the village lamps
And the ballroom came in sight.
They reached the door and Charles sprang out,
He reached his hand for her;
She sat there like a monument,
That has no power to stir.
He called her once, he called her twice,
She answered not a word;
He asked her for her hand again,
And still she never stirred.
He took her hand in his - O, God!
'Twas cold and hard as stone;
He tore the mantle from her face,
Cold stars upon it shone.
Then quickly to the glowing hall,
Her lifeless form he bore;
Fair Charlotte's eyes were closed in death,
Her voice was heard no more.
And there he sat down by her side,
While bitter tears did flow;
And cried, "My own, my charming bride,
You never more will know."
He twined his arms around her neck,
He kissed her marble brow;
His thoughts flew back to where she said,
"I'm growing warmer now."
He carried her back to the sleigh,
And with her he rode home;
And when he reached the cottage door,
O, how her parents mourned.
Her parents mourned for many a year,
And Charles wept in the gloom;
Till at last her lover died of grief,
And they both lie in one tomb.
Cinderella
Dressed in yella
Went to meet her handsome fella.
On the way her undies busted
How many people were disgusted?
1! 2! 3! 4! (etc.)
I am a pretty little Dutch girl
As pretty as I can be
And all the boys in the neighborhood
Are crazy over me
My boyfriend's name is Mello
He comes from the land of Jello
With pickles for his toes and a cherry for his nose
And that's the way my story goes
Boggis and Bunce and Bean
One fat, one short, one lean
These horrible crooks
So different in looks
Were nonetheless equally mean
Fatty and Skinny went to bed
Fatty let a fart and Skinny went dead
Fatty called the doctor and the doctor said:
"If Fatty lets another fart we'll all be dead!"
Kagome Kagome, Kago no naka no Tori wa Itsu Itsu deyaru?
Yoake no ban ni Tsuru to kame to (Tsuru to kame ga) subetta.
Ushiro no shoumen daare ?
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Mrs. Roberts didn't like him, but that's cuz she's a
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Dictate what im saying, 'cos it will bring you luck,
and if you all don't like it, I don't give a flying ********!
It is better to live alone;
there is no companionship with a fool.
Let a person walk alone with few wishes, committing no wrong,
like an elephant in the forest
 Akai Chou no Koe · Sat Oct 16, 2010 @ 06:52pm · 0 Comments |
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