Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TWELVE OXEN, by ANONYMOUS First Line: I have twelve oxen that be fair and brown Last Line: "sawest thou not mine oxen, thou litill pretty boy" Subject(s): Animals;oxen | ||||||||
I have twelve oxen that be fair and brown, And they go a-grazing down by the town. With hay, with howe, with hay! Sawest thou not mine oxen, thou litill pretty boy. I have twelve oxen and they be fair and white, And they go a-grazing down by the dyke. With hay, with howe, with hay! Sawest thou not mine oxen, thou litill pretty boy. I have twelve oxen and they be fair and blak, And they go a-grazing down by the lak. With hay, with howe, with hay! Sawest thou not mine oxen, thou litill pretty boy. I have twelve oxen and they be faire and rede, And they go a-grazing down by the mede. With hay, with howe, with hay! Sawest thou not mine oxen, thou litill pretty boy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: HERDING THE OX by LUCILLE CLIFTON TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: SEARCHING FOR THE OX by LUCILLE CLIFTON TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: SEEING THE OX by LUCILLE CLIFTON TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: THE OX AND THE MAN BOTH GONE OUT OF SIGHT by LUCILLE CLIFTON TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: RETURNING TO THE ORIGIN, BACK TO THE SOURCE by LUCILLE CLIFTON TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: CATCHING THE OX by LUCILLE CLIFTON TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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