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id: 3001
author: Ian, Janis
title: Society's Child (lyrics)
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words: 255
sentence: 8
flesch: 81
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summary:
  She called you boy instead of your name When she wouldn't let you inside When she turned and said But honey, he's not our kind She says I can't see you any more, baby Can't see you any more Walk me down to school, baby Everybody's acting deaf and blind Until they turn and say Why don't you stick to your own kind My teachers all laugh, their smirking stares Cutting deep down in our affairs Preachers of equality Think they believe it Then why won't they just let us be? They say I can't see you any more, baby Can't see you any more One of these days I'm gonna stop my listening Gonna raise my head up high One of these days I'm gonna raise up My glistening wings and fly


id: 14077
author: Caldecott, Randolph
title: A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go
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words: 825
sentence: 117
flesch: 82
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summary:
  With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach_, _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY! With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach_, _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!


id: 35592
author: Thomas, W. H. (William Henry)
title: Some Current Folk-Songs of the Negro
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words: 4162
sentence: 233
flesch: 82
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summary:
  Gates Thomas, Professor of English in Southwestern State Teachers College at San Marcos, who has done notable work in Negro folk songs and who is one of the nestors and pillars of the Texas Folk-Lore Society, is his brother. We now come to songs originated by the present generation of negroes.


id: 11236
author: Various
title: Old Ballads
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words: 9678
sentence: 577
flesch: 94
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summary:
  'tis to glory we steer, To add something more to this wonderful year: To honour we call you, not press you like slaves: For who are so free as the sons of the waves? Hearts of oak are our ships, Gallant tars are our men; We always are ready: Steady, boys, steady! Hearts of oak, etc. Britannia triumphant, her ships sweep the sea; Her standard is Justice-- her watchword, Be free!


id: 11260
author: Gregory, Lady
title: The Kiltartan History Book
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words: 13833
sentence: 652
flesch: 88
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summary:
  I heard it at a wake, and I would believe it, and if I had time to put my mind to it, and if I was not on the road from Loughrea to Ballyvaughan, I could give you the foundations of it better. They have talked of him by their fire-sides for two thousand years or so; at first earlier myths gathered around him, and then from time to time any unusual feats of skill or cunning shown off on one or another countryside, till many of the stories make him at the last grotesque, little more than a clown.


id: 45240
author: Hanson, Joseph Mills
title: Frontier Ballads
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words: 16149
sentence: 624
flesch: 83
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summary:
  He turned round an' raked his stakes from off that roulette board, An' the whiskey wasn't guilty for his huskiness o' voice: Boys, says he, I pass this deal right here an', by the Lord, I blow my wad on somethin' else--you all kin take yer choice. Kimball, Brule County, was an ace-high flush to beat An' I'd backed her to the limit fer a winner in the play.


id: 21300
author: Various
title: Cowboy Songs, and Other Frontier Ballads
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words: 57436
sentence: 2478
flesch: 87
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summary:
  But I left it down on the Rio Grande; The fact is, old boy, the stuff is so poor I don't think you could use it in hell anymore. There was good old times in Salt Lake That never can pass by, It was there I first spied My China girl called Wi.


id: 56625
author: Sheppard, H. Fleetwood (Henry Fleetwood)
title: Songs of the West Folk Songs of Devon & Cornwall Collected from the Mouths of the People
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words: 65672
sentence: 4124
flesch: 89
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summary:
  Before that Sir Thomas Overbury, in his Character of a Milkmaid, had written: She dares go alone and unfold her sheep in the night, and fears no manner of ill, because she means none: yet, to say truth, she is never alone, she is still accompanied with old songs, honest thoughts, and prayers, but short ones. He had been zealously engaged that winter going about among his ancient musical friends collecting old songs for me, when he caught a chill and died.


id: 35410
title: Jamaican Song and Story Annancy stories, digging sings, ring tunes, and dancing tunes
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words: 76443
sentence: 5690
flesch: 90
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summary:
  When them get to the place, Annancy tell Tiger they must hide in a bush. Mr. Annancy say to his wife:--You know I really want little fresh.


