Poems with rhymes of nail

But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Methinks I see the new Arion sail,
The lute still trembling underneath thy nail.

As old-time tooth and nail;
Till, spurred anew by fear and pain,
Man fashioned coats of mail.

So for kitchen and market, for bargain and sale,
She paid English or Dutch or French down on the nail,

And the feet soiled and scarred and pale
Are pierced with falsehood for a nail.

Don't seem to mind how he hits 'em, his shins is as hard as a nail,
Sometimes you'll see the fence shake and the splinters fly up from the rail.

Yes, he was a hammer, seeking a nail;
She was a sweet girl, so precious and frail.

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.

To say that here, and here, we press-folk ail.
'Tis a great thing an editor to skin
And hang his faulty pelt upon a nail

Said Death as, strolling through the County Jail,
He entered that serene assassin's cell
And hung his hat and coat upon a nail.

The Landlord ended thus his tale,
Then rising took down from its nail

And faithfully direct her nail
To squeeze it out from head to tail;

'Tis recorded - mayhap wrongly - that he fought her tooth and nail.
And he sneered at her pretensions, but his sneers did not prevail.

Lowly I will be, and quail,
Crawling, with a beggar's hand:
On my breast the branded Nail,

And all through the castle went sob and wail,
For the princess had broken her finger-nail:

The tool is mended without fail
By firmly wedging in a nail.

I'll go bail
You hit the nail,

Leanin' up in the forks, I can see the old rail,
And the boy climbin' up it, claw, tooth, and toe-nail,

Lang may they bile the kail
And stir the porridge weel.
An may never need or want for nail

He struck his milk-white hand against a nail,
Sees his own blood, and feels his courage fail.