PONDS...............1 If Betty fifty ponds should see, Idiot Boy
PONY...............14 Her pony, that is mild and good, Idiot Boy But when the pony moved his legs, Idiot Boy And while the pony moves his legs, Idiot Boy Meek as a lamb the pony moves, Idiot Boy For of this pony there's rumour, Idiot Boy The pony had his share. Idiot Boy "Oh dear, dear pony! my sweet joy! Idiot Boy "The pony he is mild and good, Idiot Boy He with his pony now doth roam Idiot Boy And that's the very pony, too. Idiot Boy And Betty sees the pony too: Idiot Boy She pats the pony, where or when Idiot Boy The little pony glad may be, Idiot Boy The pony, Betty, and her boy, Idiot Boy
PONY'S..............6 She gently pats the pony's side, Idiot Boy "Or him that wicked pony's carried Idiot Boy Your pony's worth his weight in gold, Idiot Boy And now she's at the pony's tail, Idiot Boy And now she's at the pony's head, Idiot Boy And gently turned the pony's head Idiot Boy
POOR...............50 Poor old Leoni! -- Angels rest his soul! Foster-Mother But Oh! poor wretch! -- he read, and read, and read, Foster-Mother He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth, Foster-Mother (And so, poor Wretch! fill'd all things with himself Nightingale As white as my poor cheek will be, Lewti We reached the western world, a poor, devoted crew. Female Vagrant Poor Father! gone was every friend of thine. Female Vagrant Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude: Female Vagrant Auld Goody Blake was old and poor, Goody Blake Might see how poor a hut she had. Goody Blake All day she spun in her poor dwelling, Goody Blake Two poor old dames, as I have known, Goody Blake But she, poor woman, dwelt alone. Goody Blake And made her poor old bones to ache, Goody Blake And sprang upon poor Goody Blake. Goody Blake "Poor Harry Gill is very cold." Goody Blake At once that he is poor. Simon Lee To poor old Simon Lee! Simon Lee Are poorest of the poor. Simon Lee His poor old ancles swell. Simon Lee At which the poor old man so long Simon Lee And this poor thorn they clasp it round The Thorn To bury this poor thorn for ever. The Thorn "Does this poor woman go? The Thorn Poor Martha! on that woful day The Thorn For what became of this poor child The Thorn With drops of that poor infant's blood; The Thorn They cried, "what to the poor is due?" Last of the Flock To each poor brother who offends against us -- Dungeon And what if my poor cheek be brown? Mad Mother But he, poor man! is wretched made, Mad Mother There's none to help poor Susan Gale, Idiot Boy Oh! then for the poor idiot boy! Idiot Boy Now, though he knows poor Johnny well, Idiot Boy To comfort poor old Susan Gale. Idiot Boy But Betty, poor good woman! she, Idiot Boy Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans, Idiot Boy Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans, Idiot Boy Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans, Idiot Boy Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans, Idiot Boy "Oh God forbid!" poor Susan cries. Idiot Boy That God poor Susan's life would spare, Idiot Boy At poor old Susan then she railed, Idiot Boy Poor Betty! in this sad distemper, Idiot Boy "And I have lost my poor dear boy, Idiot Boy Poor Betty! it would ease her pain Idiot Boy To comfort poor old Susan Gale. Idiot Boy Poor Betty now has lost all hope, Idiot Boy My poor forsaken child! if I Forsaken Indian "Poor victim! no idle intruder has stood Convict
POOREST.............1 Are poorest of the poor. Simon Lee
PORE................2 Our minds shall drink at every pore Lines near my House Each pore and natural outlet shrivell'd up Dungeon
PORRINGER...........2 "I take my little porringer, We Are Seven Demure with porringer and plate Idiot Boy
PORT................1 For me -- farthest from earthly port to roam Female Vagrant
PORTION.............2 On that best portion of a good man's life; Tintern Abbey Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Tintern Abbey
