BOB ANDERSON, my beau, Bob, when we were first aquent, You were in Mex-i-co, Bob, because by order sent; But now you are in Sumter, Bob, because you chose to go; And blessings on you anyhow, Bob Anderson, my beau! Bob Anderson, my beau, Bob, I really don't know whether I ought to like you so, Bob, considering that feather; I don't like standing armies, Bob, as very well you know, But I love a man that dares to act, Bob Anderson, my beau. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG MYSTIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR THE ORCHARD PIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A LEGEND OF MINNESOTA by LILLIAN ATCHERSON LILIES: 19. 'WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS 'FAR AWAY,' I WAS DREAMING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNET TO THE DEBEN by BERNARD BARTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 45 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |