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| Short Name: | Edward Carswell |
| Full Name: | Carswell, Edward |
Texts by Edward Carswell (12) | As | Authority Languages | Instances |
|---|---|---|---|
| Blow the trumpet, beat the drum | Edward Carswell (Author) | English | 3 |
| Do you hear the bells aringing? | Edward Carswell (Author) | English | 2 |
| Hark, it is the bugle's note | Edward Carswell (Author) | 2 | |
| I once used to think, there was nothing like drink | Edward Carswell (Author) | 2 | |
| I was made to be eaten and not to be drunk | Edward Carswell (Author) | English | 2 |
| In going downhill on a slippery track | Edward Carswell (Author) | 2 | |
| Kind friends, I'm glad to meet you here | Edward Carswell (Author) | English | 3 |
| My heart was very heavy | Edward Carswell (Author) | 2 | |
| Old party politicians, we've trusted you to do | Edward Carswell (Author) | English | 2 |
| Shrink not in the battle, friends | Edward Carswell (Author) | 2 | |
| The state of Maine was first to sing | Edward Carswell (Author) | English | 3 |
| When fortune smiles, and friends abound | Edward Carswell (Author) | 2 |
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